So this is how it goes.
Things don't always work out the way we want them to.
Those we want to leave stay
and those we want to stay leave.
It is how it is
Each breath leads us to the last
and on the way our journey takes us where it takes us.
Well, my friend,
your journey has come to it's end,
at least this part of it.
Much too short, of course,
if time is how it's measured.
And who knows where it has taken you.
The circle is now complete.
The instrument has played his last note,
for now at least.
Your work here is done.
And those that you have left behind
will continue with their own journey,
all the richer for having been a part of yours,
their lights that bit brighter.
A few of us with hearts opened
to those we had thought lost forever.
What greater gift to give,
and to receive.
So, it is goodbye my friend,
You will be missed.
Another time another place then.
Oh, and one more thing.