In your first free moments of death, your ashes hit the ocean's surface and rise up like silver butterflies. It took four days for the world to fall apart and collapse without you. In three more the rubble and the land folded into itself until nothing was left. Is it so hard to believe that two old souls such as we will be together again someday? Somewhere out there on this folding horizon, we're together. Somewhere out there, we're together. Is it so hard to believe that two old souls such as we will love each other again? The world was over after a week without you. I couldn't make it a second. But I will see you again. I will love you again. Somewhere out there, we're already in love. Your ashes will rise like silver butterflies. Silhouettes with no regrets, eclipsing portions of the sun, and looking forward to a new life. The world has died, and so have I without you. Let us rise with the silver butterflies. Silver butterflies.