Lizzie: I really miss you!
Louise: I miss you too!
Lizzie: Are you doing ok up there? I keep
on the thought of your spirit; along
with the perception that you are finally
able to spread those elegant wings
Louise: I am doing, the best I can.
There is no pain or ache here, I\’m
constantly surrounded with our unicorns.
Lizzie: What do you mean \”our unicorns\”?
Louise: You are so silly! Don\’t you remember
that time we spent the summer around
horses? How we always imagined
the majestic horn atop their crown.
And, how the colour from their mane
had an incredible glitter which shined
through the darkest caverns.
Lizzie: Oh, I remember now! I don\’t know
how I could have forgotten such a wonderful
Louise: It\’s because my body is no longer
there anymore to physically remind
you of the remarkable snapshots
and experiences we\’ve shared together.
Lizzie: Stop, I can\’t hear anymore. My body
quakes in your absence.
Louise: I never left you. I saw what you did
last week, your diamond art unicorn
was made for me — wasn\’t it?
Lizzie: How did you know that?
Louise: I am with each breath you take —
transparent; close your eyes. I
know you\’ll be able to feel me. Hold
out your hand — that feather touch
you gently feel is mine. My hands
intertwine with yours.
Lizzie: I can feel you! How is that possible?
Louise: I don\’t know, don\’t make the rules.
I simply have the ability to do so.
Lizzie: Stay close — please.
Louise: I am right here, if you ever want
to feel me, lift your hand — the touch
you hold close is mine.
Lizzie: I love you!
Louise: I love you too! Remember me!