All the Yearning / The Death of

You are dying at my hands. Your time is almost up. Nearly over the hill. Out of sight. Pretty little thing. I type away, my fingers know you well. I have shared with you a great magic. When you leave it will all continue, but something will have changed. I love you all of the time, even if I cannot possibly always show it. Sometimes it hides, sometimes it sleeps, but it never goes away. It burns ever brighter. I know it well. From the inside out, the scars would show.

and the stars are still shining, and she is as mine as I feel, as close as I can bear. All of us are writing a tale, with every single step, some of them should even be told, some of them are kept. She weeps in the shadows at the end, but look what will grow in its place... she only has to take a few steps to see something new to take her onward. From there, to here, to all that the heart has.

Honey, become, again and again, never fail to start over. Never be afraid, my dear. All the yearning, always the tears, always you, my dear.