Last year at this time I would have been wishing you happy birthday,
but in two days it'll be a year since you left us. Left me.
I hope you're happy where you are now,
and know that everyday still feels like the first.
I hope the angels sing to you their beautiful and sad song,
and I hope when you look down you see what you still mean to me.

Tables turning a full one-eighty
Holding your hand and thinking "maybe".
Things could be the way they seem,
but what on earth could it mean?

Painted dreams cover my walls,
and I think you're breaking through.
Cracks appear under your weight,
and I wait patiently for you on the other side.

Be grateful for the darkness
that conceals your tears,
breaks your heart,
and brings forth your fears.

(a.d)