The fog is carried away and no more mist and dew drops on the flowers, but showers on my face.
A year ago I had everything in life and I was saying goodbye to school and hello to funerals.
How could you be gone when you're face was alive in my mind and your voice still created the same cackle it does.
When I opened the casket I saw the only thing that was alive was your memory, and how much we loved you.
They rolled you away and burned you into beautiful, delicate ashes just as gentle as the fog
Boxed in and wasn't going to be let out until you gave me that sign. One last gift.
Instead of holding you like a gift I didn't want to let go, I needed to unwrap you and spill you out.
You are free and vast as the ocean now. You will always be in my mind.
Like when I got the phone call and dew drops turned into waterfalls and bird chirps turned into screams of anxiousness.
I couldn't hold back. I couldn't let you go.
Just like May showers, you were here and you're gone.
Now the grass is less green, the flowers yearn for you to come back, and I can't forget you. I just need you to come back.