When a lone ball of cotton lazily traverses an azure sky
When the last crackled leaf releases a barren branch
When the last echo is swallowed by the rock strewn valley
When the last brave chick launches itself from an empty nest
When the last hollow shell ejects and the open chamber smokes
When the last goodbye is tearfully sighed from quivering lips
When the last drop of dew clings to a shadowed blade
When the last word of an epic tome is whispered
That’s when I know I am not alone, that you are always with me