This is unreal. As if she is here, I still do feel; this is unreal.
I do sometimes forget and the tears they do fall; and I admit.... this is unreal.
On the day of, I sat right in front of, and there she lay, on her great day. This is unreal.
Upon seeing her, the tears fell without any knowing, for I could not help. This is unreal.
I tried to blink them back, be strong, don't cry. But upon seeing her, the tears did slide. This is unreal.
I've accepted that, to a better place she has gone. This is unreal.
Her wings, she does now have. I bet she flies high, but not too high for she is still in my heart.
This is unreal, but it is also reality.
Gone but not forgotten.........