White Stone

Yesterday, it was probably perfect.
Maybe you even had an okay day,
but who can blame you for following your heart?
Perhaps death was the perfect answer.
Perhaps it was unexpected.
What's done is done...
I'll just have to re-grow my wings
and learn to fly again.
Become more noble.
I know you'll be
keeping an eye on me.
Soon, I'll find a pure white stone
and write your name on it.
Keep it near my bed,
so I can wake up to you everyday.
Maybe you'll see my dreams,
get inside my head like you never thought.
But tonight, I sleep in a colorful bed of flowers
wishing you could join me.

Author's Note

I found out this morning that a good writing friend of mine passed away a couple days ago. I just started talking to her again after awhile...now I've been up late, listening to music and writing to keep my mind clear. But I wanted to dedicate this poem to her because she truly was a wonderful human being, even though I didn't know her very well...but there was so much I hadn't taken time to get to know...R.I.P my lovely. I'll meet you in the sky one of these days :)