Your wings were ready,

my heart was not.

An easy thing to say,

but the tears are hard to stop. 

They say not all who wander are as lost as they may seem,

but every time I go to sleep, I beg for you in my dreams.

They say we are to meet again,

and maybe that will be,

but from the time you died, it was just so hard to see.

Maybe from the tears,

or just the lack of trying,

but why try to see a world,

in which everyone is dying?

They say it gets better, but what do they know?

You were always beside me, my shadow.

Always right beside me,

in good times and the bad,

the one who whiped my tears whenever I was sad.

You were my rock and shelter, and even that sounds wrong.

The "were" should be 'are' and I shouldn't be alone.

I never thought I'd say that sentence in past tense

and everyday I'm alive I just can't shake the sense 

that we are all dying slowly.

No one knows quite when 

We will say out last words and that will be the end

As sad as it may seem,

I wait for that day,

The day I hang my hat with nothing more to say.

For then I'll be with you,

far beyond the stars.

I'll tell you all my stories 

and show you all my scars.

The ones from past your time,

the ones from my grief.

To show you a world without you

is not a happy place.

But until then, I write in hopes to be okay

In hopes of the day I'll see your pretty face

Sometimes I may cry and yell and scream,

But just know I'll be waiting for you...

In my happiest dreams.