As I walked away from the hospital, yesterday, leaving persons, memories, and friends, what could I feel? The newness passed so quickly. I barely touched the surface of Love, of you, of self. I stopped, reverently to welcome feeling, not to deny, not to hide. I looked around to receive, then searching for some feeling, nameless, like in the air hovering quietly, moving through the walls, yes silent but clear. I could not feel that something special, profound gladness or naked joy - I wanted to feel this, this to meet me, and we to say "Goodbye," among other secrets I cannot speak but only offer you to see in Love, our Love, this Love. I just felt something in the space between something called self and everything, as though a distance still intruded between us. I got in my truck, I looked, a last time, like to a vista receding from body and place, and I left from place to place. Everything came and went and, yet, somehow remains, moving, breathing, crying, laughing, loving in its death. Oh! sweet Death, ever-more-alive for it died. Lovely living death, for you do not have to be anywhere now, and, so, you give yourself for you gave your life. Gave and give, not to me, to us, again and again, in the yesterdays that were the illusion and illusions of time.