"Remembrance"

"You won't forget me, will you?" The flowers didn't answer. "You wouldn't just let me slip away, would you?" They remained silent, as flowers do. "I wish I could take you with me, but you'd fare no better than I will." The ripples lapped at the water's edge, making the stems nod. This was true.

"Do you think I'll sink so low that the sun will fade into one long night?" The flowers didn't know. "Or will it still be there, small and dim and far away?" They trembled at the thought. "I hope it's there so that I can see your shadow dance across the surface--and know that you're alright." That was the last they heard. The flowers stooped in the wind to catch his hand, but could not hold him. It was warm to the last, like a petal-soft summer night. And then it was gone.