My heart hurts.
Though the wounds are slowly edging closed.
And yet,
With every breath I take,
Another pang begins…
You left so quickly…so urgently.
I wish I could tell where you've gone.
My heart flies with you,
Wherever you are;
Amongst the very stars…
Living,
Breathing;
Pulsing with my own.
If I could pluck you down from those skies,
And return you to me…
Would it be joyous,
Or sad?
Perhaps you needed to go.
Perhaps there is someone who needs you more than I…
But somehow I always wished that you would not die alone…
But that you'd bleed with me…
