I Rise - May 18th

cold needles tear quietly through this breath and I have yet to feel. soft whispers so as not to wake you from this rest and I try to grasp you're not coming back.
this coldness has taken your place and we hold onto the tears and we hold tightly to these years.

I search for a way to live with this knowledge and you searched for a way to say goodbye.
this air is stifling and the thoughts produced suffocate the will. you dont look like yourself, this is not who you are, you are much stronger then what lies before me.
was the pain to great?
I know that you missed her so you collapsed through fear you left us in mystery until we die. I can't believe that you're gone, you were apart of my life and now even that seems so far away, I feel you, you're with me