That's beautiful, David. I immediately thought of the Bob Dylan song, "You're Going To Make Me Lonesome When You Go."
"I'll look for you in old Honolulu,
San Francisco, Ashtabula,
Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know.
But I'll see you in the sky above,In the tall grass, in the ones I love,
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go."