The wings. Which will fly to you. My dearly departed.
It does not need the strength of an eagle to reach you. Nor does it need to be as weak as a sparrow to find you.
It will carry my sorrow and joy, my tiredness and alertness, my frustration and my calm.
It will bring you all my memories, good and bad, so you can feel those feelings you once felt.
It will bring you the images I carry within my head, so you can see the most beautiful things I have seen in turn.
You will hear the melodious music and the mournful too; you will hear the old and the new stretching thoughout the years of my life.
It will bring you the tastes from my tongue: pleasant, disgusting, strange, hesitant of, but I hope it brings great joy to you, as they have me.
I no longer need these, so I send them with the wings. With my everlasting love and the hope they fly to you.