For Jim

The changing of the tides.
How swift. How gentle. How lonely that is. 
A life passed in an instant.
A moment and it all changes, and life's gone. 
Borrowed time is the only time we exist in.
So fickle. So fleeting. So sparse. 
And us - the living ones?
We watch as the tides change.
We cry with the coming waves.
We whisper our goodbyes to our loved ones.
From now on, they will be nothing but memories, stored in the fleeting corners of our minds. They'll visit in our dreams, they'll haunt us in our thoughts, and mostly - they'll take shelter in our hearts; always pressing on, reminding us to keep on beating on. Despite the sorrow. Despite the loneliness. Despite the loss.

Death is nothing but a mirror.
A mirror that starts off clear and resonating.
With time - it fogs up.
And when it doesn't hold the weight of the fog any longer - it breaks. 

When the tides change, let them go. You will go with them one day.
​And you also will be nothing but a memory.