Greeting Farewell

The cup dropped to the ground lifting the smallest of clouds of ash that drifted and separated. Her pale ashen hands were shaking. Tears of black ash slipped from her eyes. She leaned forward further and further toward the river. Her knees dropped forward and her body teetered forward as she collapsed forward into the river. The she within the river drifted forward, pushing the living she, lifting the living she, shoving the living she. She was screaming water into water. She was too heavy. No...No...No....NO. She kicked with her legs desperately trying to find the leverage, the strength, the hope of getting her out of the water. She was crying water into water. The living she fell forward into the she within and they embraced. The living she wrapped her arms and legs around the she within and hugged her tight as they both drifted downward. The light was growing dimmer as they sank further and further, deep into the river. The failing light was no more as they sank into complete darkness, and the cries of the she within had faltered and left as she embraced the living she back as they became a single she. She was lost, a drowned one, drowned in the river. She slipped and drifted along the bottom until the water became ash, and when she reached the ashfall, she fell through the ashfall, spinning and tumbling with the other lost souls. So she greeted farewell...