Winter is fading. I know you are sitting on the window seat gazing into the soft snow. I know you are breathing slowly, heart heavier than any child should carry. I know you are wishing on every snowflake that our story differed from the one we are living. The one you are living, as I am gone.
Remember the music box. Find it when you think of me. Wind it and sway as we used to together. Wind it and cry if you need to, but sing also. I will sing with you.
Hear me in your heart, child. Know I am loving you. Even beyond the bindings of a body, I am loving you.
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