Our time together is ending.
You never know, our paths might cross again, which
would be a kind destiny.
But this might be it.
The time in our lives where our spirits have touched is ending.
We have come to know each other and to trust each other
in ways unguessed at the beginning--
a comfort past expressing.
Hand in hand with the sad parting
there is the swelling softness of the bright realization
of how we have grown together.
This bond will not die.
Our living experiences change us.
The solitary presence of us each now
is richer for the combined presence we have grown into.
On the open journey now we carry each other.
- Charles C Finn
You never know, our paths might cross again, which
would be a kind destiny.
But this might be it.
The time in our lives where our spirits have touched is ending.
We have come to know each other and to trust each other
in ways unguessed at the beginning--
a comfort past expressing.
Hand in hand with the sad parting
there is the swelling softness of the bright realization
of how we have grown together.
This bond will not die.
Our living experiences change us.
The solitary presence of us each now
is richer for the combined presence we have grown into.
On the open journey now we carry each other.
- Charles C Finn
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