To the girl I still remember, once here, now a floating ember.
I heard the news today, I had nothing else to say.
How is it possible, that happened what I thought was impossible?
One day you mean the world to me, and the next day you're not here.
Is there life or regret? What really happens after death?
Do you disappear forever or become another ethreal?
Is there an entrance to the pearly gates? Or your proof of existence solely exists on your plaque?
If you are there, hovering on a sky ever so windless, just know, it is all forgiven.
I miss you. I love you.
