Death

Who understands it.
Those who crossover to the other side and come back, have you met them in person?
Are their stories as real as the pain that you feel?
I saw you lay there, you looked like a speck,
like the littlest bird i had ever seen,
as a tear dropped from my left eye and my heart seemed to disintegrate,
i anticipated for your wings to dry out, though you were drained with the rain, cold,
i hoped you could move, to show me you'll be ok,
i thought you could fly, higher than you ever did,
considering the amount of pain you would feel and how much effort it would take,
for you and i to get connected all over again, for you to just get up,
and glance at my face,
I would sit down and wonder why our eyes don't grow,
why our noses are not located close to where our lungs are,
why there is time difference in the world, or why the weather changes or better still,
why people are of different colour???
All these things have answers, but they all seem too complicated for my understanding.
maybe if you had stayed, my life would be whole,
and not the same, but better and this mess wouldn't have existed, but,
even though time difference is amazingly weird,
i guess HIS timing for death is a time we need to let go of and accept, and,
we don't have to fear death , but it should be expected,
its unbearable sometimes, to have a thought about you, first it makes me smile,
then it makes me cry, eventually i laugh, but to remember you, it hurts and its hard,
to watch souls whither away and not to be able to obtain just that little time,
a moment to say how much i had loved you and always will,
how much i will miss you though you thought to the world, you didn't really matter,
how much i didn't want you to go, but HE said that you had to....
I jus wish i could have said goodbye, no matter how hard it could have been.
Leavin you on that spot felt weird, leaving you in the dirt did not for a second make sense to me,
you were dressed so perfectly my soul moved.
i know as i write, i go round in circles, same way my head spun around,
not believing that you had gone.
Death, its a part of us we can't get used to, you might be the past to others, but,
i would never forget your death. I miss you