My muse is gone.

I found out 2 days ago why this girl's sister contacted me, it is as bad as the deep feelings I have been ignoring for a long time. This girl has passed away. In her memory let me say that she was the most wonderful, beautiful and inspiring person I have ever met. She was as free as a bird, as joyful and energetic as the swallows playing in the summer sky, it was as peaceful in her company as arriving in that deep forest glade and her voice was captivating, rising in short bubbles of excitement, just as the meadow stream flushes buoyant from its spring. There are no words worth anything. I had a letter read to me last night, I cannot believe she is gone, her words sounding from beyond the grave. She was only just 26, it makes no sense. I always thought she was a being from heaven, so freely she has returned to that happy place. I want to follow, but I know my days are here. I don't want to write more, there can be no turning back now.