My own hands find themselves again.
What I have loved I cannot hold.
Letting you go now.
Your shoulder being our last touch.
Did you fall or did you rise?
You are released from our bond paid in full,
To the strong arms of the man in the doorway.
You are no longer home,
Now at rest, be at peace, my love.
~Paula
Storyboard: The Glog "Anecdotes about life, death, and in between." 