When you crossed the threshold I wish I could have been with you.
When you took your last breath I wish I could have held your hand.
When you were finally free, I wish you could have rejoiced with me.
I wish you could slip a message across the threshold, to say everything is okay.
I would like to know how you spend your time where there is no time.
With your crossing I now live on this threshold, because a part of me has crossed with you, and a part of you has remained with me.