She, a song in the doorway we used to know.
I left the right phrases out.

I miss a "goodbye" that hasn't happened yet.

I stare through the glass of two doorways, still on the outside,  I'll pass through soon, I just hope the air inside doesn't **** our plants; The ones I watered with the rain from your hillside.

I feel the sky start taking me under again.

I remember, in this corner, what I'll forget tomorrow.

"Okay," I'll sing soon, "I'm ready to go."