What I know will happen with you in Alaska

I will have grown,

with parts of me inward and many dispersed amongst the clouds. 

There are still parts of me that will not be fully bloomed yet,

but some will become flowers that you will never be able to smell,

for their lifespans have come and gone. 

I will have learned a myriad of who I am in your absence as well. 

I will actually know who I will become, for one thing. 

Bits and pieces will change, with plenty of gears shifting, 

and swapping places.

You will most likely drift to the rear of my mind, 

as more relevant disasters will take your place in the front.

I'm sure at some point I will have thought of you though.
Wondered if you've done the same for me. 

Though you probably haven't. 

You will have a new life ahead of you,

and I long for you to cherish every moment of it as though it were your last. 

I cannot speak for what you will become. 

I can only hope that you are who you have always wished to be. 

I will do everything in my power to do the same for myself. 

At times, it will go down the tubes and I will have to cut said tubes off and start anew. 

I will embark on a journey within my own mind that you cannot be a part of.

In some other universe, this is an extremely positive thing. 

The branding of you on my mind will fade and leave gently as a butterfly,

without a blink of my noticing. 

I hope that your mind does the same too.

You will become a figment of my past

as the thoughts I had prior will become figments of my imagination. 

My future will take its hold of me and

I will allow the events of it to mold me in the way that the universe intended. 

There is not an absolute that I can give you here,

but I am glad that I will never be the universe. 

While my destiny is mine, I'm glad to be guided through it. 

I hope that you do not observe the minutes passing by and wish I were there,

for I do not wish you such severe agony.

May your mind remain sound, and full of passionate knowledge.

Not of me anymore, for the time for that has but long passed.

While I will grow in your absence,

you will grow in mine as well.

I will grow to forget you, as the memory of you will hurt a bit too much to relive.

Mourning you will be a temporary act, but know that it will take place.

Though do not be offended when it finally ends, for it will.

This will be the day that I finally heal. 

And you will not be able to rest your eyes upon it,

for this too shall arrise while you are long gone.

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.