Pure white feathers fall gently to the floor.
Broken glass shards spread across the stark white room.
I stared dumbstruck at his fleeing form,
Barely a dot in the sky.
Whispering a silent good bye as a tear falls down my face.
Nurses rushed in all worried,
Fussing all over me.
Sadness washes over me as reality comes crashing back.
He had told me to come find him,
Yet i can't walk, run, swim or fly,
Having these phantom legs,
Being only able to move from my bed to my worn down wheelchair.
I moarn the loss of his company as i am wheeled to another room,
Never to see his bright smile again.
