It was strange to be speaking to a person’s soul as if she were essentially now a completely distinct and different personality than their representative avatar on earth.
But, in essence, this was indeed the case.
She stood in front of me, her right shoulder turned towards mine, head somewhat downcast, her body positioned towards to the East.
“But,” I asked her, “if you live forever, how will you ever be reconciled to her?”
Her head lifted slightly as she looked into the distance with a pain-filled yet hopeful small smile.
“Time gives room to grow,” she said softly, looking down at the arrangement of flowers in her hand and touching each slowly, delicately. “Time makes things die, and Time makes things grow, and Time makes things become reborn again.”
“To detach, for a time,” she continued, now looking towards to East horizon, “so that you can grow, and become reborn again…”
She turned, after a while, and locked eyes with me.
“This,” she said, now looking straight into me, “is where you will find me again.”
And she pushed her nose into the flowers in her hand, and she closed her eyes and smiled and breathed deep their fragrance as if for the first time.
And then she was gone.