"Goodbye Tim.. and I'm sorry."
"No.."
The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lie awake and miss you
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere
Tim woke up with a start.
It was that dream again.
"Blessie…" whispered Tim.
'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
I'd send a postcard to you, dear
'Cause I wish you were here
"Okay, open your books to page 69…"
As the students obeyed and turned the pages, Tim gazed at the front row..
Where Blessie used to sit.
Where they spent their free time singing together.
Shaking his head a bit, he then stared at the field.
Then felt the familiar pang of loss.
He saw the tree where he and Blessie used to spend time together during dismissal.
Then realized that he can no longer hug her anymore…
And neither can he.
As he mourned silently, he gazed at the postcard waiting for him to write on.
Asking himself what's the use of a postcard when you can't see your loved on still, Tim tried to write happy things on the card.
I'll watch the night turn light-blue
But it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly
Tim's homework lay forgotten at the table.
He walked towards the veranda and gazed at the nearing twilight.
He remembered how they used to spend together watching days like these fade away..
Shaking his head, he sang a song.
As he whispered it, he realized that she used to sing this song as well.
Tim then fell in a reminiscent silence.
The silence isn't so bad
'Til I look at my hands and feel sad
'Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly
I'll find repose in new ways
Though I haven't slept in two days
'Cause cold nostalgia
Chills me to the bone
Tim tried to sleep.
But he couldn't.
He just can't.
He got up from the bed.
After rubbing his eyes, Tim stretched his arms forward.
Then he noticed his hands.
These hands that used to hold her hands everyday…
But drenched in vanilla twilight
I'll sit on the front porch all night
Waist-deep in thought because
When I think of you I don't feel so alone
Tim walked again towards the balcony.
As he gazed at the stars, he remembered how much he adored her;
How much he loved her.
Then he realized that thinking about her now doesn't feel as painful as before.
It was like she had never left.
I don't feel so alone, I don't feel so alone..
As many times as I blink
I'll think of you tonight
I'll think of you tonight
Tim wondered what Blessie could be doing right now.
Going to a new school? It must be morning there.
When violet eyes get brighter
And heavy wings grow lighter
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again
As Tim thought of these positive and happy thoughts of her being happy wherever she was, he felt as if he was relieved of a heavy burden on his back.
If she's happy, then I'll be too.
And I'll forget the world that I knew
But I swear I won't forget you
Oh, if my voice could reach
Back through the past
I'd whisper in your ear
Oh darling, I wish you were here
"I love you Blessie…" murmured Tim, as if Blessie was just right there beside him. "And I won't ever forget you."
Never.