Gone, gone, all will be ash
They should live forever
But here we are
Saying goodbye
Will I see you again
In another world
Out of time and space
Or living a new life
So many have left
Taking pieces of me along
Leaving me with but a hope
That it helps to guide you home
Quiet Dreams 
*Hugs*
Mom received a poem plaque with kinda the same sentiment when her last husband died. That “a piece of me” went with them/him/her.
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