The distance between them grew further,
the echoes became fewer.
Moments with his mother
turned into occasions—
no longer simple, trivial things.
When at last all had concluded,
like a book reaching its far end,
the weight of eternity
grew too heavy for the book lovers,
and most of all
for those who loved her dearly.
He wanted more,
but it was a privilege
he could not enjoy—
as it is
for everyone else.
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