The Final Walk

We walked until the sun fell low in the sky, and the Earth trembled with the heaving

sounds of the night awakening, following the old dirt path in some soft, solemn rhythm more

familiar to me than breathing.

Then we stood before the well until darkness of clouds covered the moon and there was

no time left to stall, his hand in mine, his cheek against my own.

He reached for me; I held him close.

In the void of space and time, we were one.

And then...it was over. I made the final jump.

I still miss you, Inuyasha.