When someone passes, yes the body itself is gone, but the spirit and soul wander leaving fingerprints on the one's left behind.
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She sees him in the snowfall - light and quiet - yet sparkling as it falls and hits the pavement.
She sees him in people's eyes - lost in the color
She sees him in the laughter that surrounds her - it fills her heart
She sees him while driving - far and wide touching corner to corner
She sees him in the color red - bold and full
She feels him in the wind, in the sunlight, in the cold, in the sand, snow, rain, leaves.
She feels him while tears rush down her cheekbones
She feels him while she twirls around the dance floor - precise movement
She feels him in the never ending tune - tapping to the rhythm of her heartbeat.
She sees him in the bad days, but also the good.
He left behind stardust that is imprinted on her heart
He is at rest now - high in the clouds - playing on stars
And when she feels lost, he throws some more stardust down from heaven right where she can see it.
Yes the body is no longer there, but those who pass, truly never pass.
"For they are like the wind" and never leave us.
They become our new constant
Something that will never run, disappear, or fall
Our new infinite infinity
