I can almost feel you here, next to me. The rain and and your breathe creating a symphony that I'd be honored to attend every night if I could. I can almost pull you closer to me, I can almost graze my fingertips across your face, drying your tears. But they made you leave. They didn't like you and they found out how to make you pack up all our memories and and vanish. I can almost hear you say that you love me, but I know it's just the wind. They want me to see you everywhere. They know that now that you've gone I'm a mess. They like that. They want me to fly. Fly to a "better place," but darling, any place without you and with them is absolute hell. So I told them. I told them that if I am to fly, they will fly with me. They fought back. They didn't like the idea of me having my own thoughts. They went quiet for a while. That's why I'm writing you this. Goodbye, thank you for listening my voices you couldn't hear. Thank you for leaving when you did, it gave me clarity. Thank you for seeing me, I know it must've been hard because I was broken. I am fixed now thanks to you. I can almost hear you sing, but as you forever sleep my beauty, know that I love you and I'll be with you soon, without the company of Them. I must go now, it's time to fly.
