I sit above the rooms of our home.

Expose myself to a loss that I've known.

No clouds exist in this blue sky.

I use my sense for the first time.

My hands hold on to the horizon.

Can't catch my breath, so I stop trying.

This small part of me counts down mathematically.

It will bury me with you.

I am here for just a short time.

You've been gone for this stretch of my life.

Please live through me.

Now this tragedy becomes reality to our family.

I am here for just a short time.

You've been gone for this stretch of my life.

This small part of me counts down mathematically.

It will bury me with you.