And all of this time I’ve known about the brevity of life,
How special, tiny and scared we are,
How little we matter
In an ocean of feelings,
How big we are,
And how small are our healings.
I knew that you’re leaving,
And somehow it made sense.
But I am still dreaming
Of days that are less tense,
Of days when you’re here,
Your legacy unforgotten,
Of days when I’m happy,
And smiling more often.