The sky was a cold gray, and the fog settled in,
and Raindrops came gently to rest on my skin.
The cold whispered sweetly,
"she's slipping again,
this time all the way."

My mind rattled loudly as the snowfall began.
Trying desperately to ground myself and remember where I am,
but your voice cracked like thunder above me again,
saying,"I'm sorry I just can't stay."

I knew then you were gone, as I saw a flash of your face.
I hope you went peacefully, with no pain, and with haste,
though I felt this cold world become a colder place
without the warmth of you in it.

But a song in my head roared out my anger,
because I knew if I'd been there you'd have seen me a stranger,
But I wanted to go! I wanted to thank her!
I was just too scared to commit.

I didn't want you to go, though through my frustration,
when offered to go see you, I felt hesitation.
I couldn't be there because of my situation,
and you had forgotten my name.

Do you remember my name? Does my voice ring a bell?
Do you know it's me talking? When I speak, can you tell?
Thinking about it now, the tears start to swell,
because I hoped for what never came.

But I expect now you know what happened between us.
Your death has hurt me a lot but it freed us.
Now there is nothing left to impede us,
other than my own heartbeat.

As you wait for me there, in the Kingdom of Heaven,
I won't forget who you were, nor what you have given.
As for me, I know fully well I'm forgiven,
and the idea of your peace is sweet.

And remember that Red "x" I drew when I was just 2?
Well I drew a Green one today in my sketchbook just for you.
Because I couldn’t figure out what else I should do,
on this mournful January day.

So the sky is a cold gray, as the fog settles in,
and soon Raindrops will come gently rest on my skin.
And the cold tells me sweetly,
"She flew again,
this time all the way."