A Figure Skater’s Heart Is As Fragile As Glass

Even as the ashes fade, fly away into the night sky, I still hold tight the sweet memory that yet remains. Even as the flowers wither and die, crumpling into a heap of wilted petals, I still sense their lingering fragrance on the gentle breeze. Even as the stars fall from their abode in the heavens, forevermore to be lost amid the darkness of Earth, I still have hope in their existence. Nothing will ever be the same. I will never see you again, but I feel a bit stronger as if you were standing right beside me. Forgive me. Set me free.

When the ashes disappear and fly into the night sky, I still retain the sweet memories that yet remain. Even if the flowers have withered, dried out and collapsed into a mountain of wilted petals, I still feel a lingering aroma in the wind. Even if the stars fall from heaven and will be forever lost in the darkness of the Earth, I still have hope for their existence. No two are alike. I will never see you again, but it seems that you are a little stronger, as if you are standing next to me. Forgive me. Please be free.

I don't see the beautiful colors anymore. My art is failing, the music dies down, my skates are no more. But even in death, he stands beside me.