We sat in the car,
you stared smiling at me.
We didn't know what was
to come, but we weren't
worried. You were still here
with me.
It was two days later when
I heard the scream. You didn't
make a sound. You were gone
sooner than I wanted. Sooner than
I would have believed.
I cried that day. It didn't seem
like it could be true. It was a
terrible, make believe dream.
I couldn't wake, couldn't escape
from reality.
I wish you didn't have to leave.
I wish I didn't have a hard time
trying to breath when I remember
you. I wish you were here just one
more day with me.
But I have to accept the fact that
you didn't see it coming. The fact
that you can't come see me. You were
here. Now you aren't. I just can't
seem to believe.
