but then how this world slipped through my fingers
Memories of my few days that I was unseen, unheard, flash through my mind.
I remember how angry I was. How much I wanted revenge.
and even the sun seemed tired
The day passed too quick while I was a spirit. So did the night.
The both of us were so tired, throughout the entire time I was gone. I was weak, so was she. But she, both physically and mentally.
It didn't take too long. I finally saw her. Saw how the both of us truly were alike.
She may have made mistakes.
But her soul was more beautiful than anybody could understand; even me.
I still cared
I remember the night we slept side by side.
Her masks gone, her defenses down.
That was the night I could see into her soul for the first time; just hours before, while I watched her dance with pure abandon.
as they lowered you down, my heart just jaded
Now I was here.
Your funeral instead of mine.
The pain felt as if someone repeatedly stabbed me in the heart.
No one could understand why I had compassion for you. Why, for a very short time, I had loved you, and still do. No one ever would.
in that moment, the earth made no sound
It was painfully quiet, and I could barely watch as your casket finally reached the bottom of the deep hole.
My eyes closed.
but you were there.
And suddenly, the weight I had been carrying, heavy on my heart, since your demise...
you helped me lift my pain into the air.
I felt you here. Everywhere. I could even feel the weight lift.
A tear slipped down my cheek, and I smiled.
I love you.
A brush on my shoulder where the wind blew; in my own journey as a spirit, I knew.
It was your hand.