To the sun

i wrote this couple of weeks ago...

while we dreamt of fake silluettes you took that journey to the eternity one morning
and in betweeen those lost streets you faded
leaving traces on the floor for us to follow
everything became so gray that day
walls now seem bigger in your absense
yet your beauty always remains
in my head
things are sometimes meant to not be understood
seems so unreal it makes me think youre still here
sittin on your bed, reading a good book like you always said and smoking a cigarette
yet those things are just in my mind
now you must be ok cuz i know you would of broken the clouds by now if you werent
but things will on
you become a memory
you become a simple smile on my face
now you paint our skies
you hide the moon
you use shooting stars as bullets for your magic gun
always watching everytime you take that morning walk to the sun

RIP Claudia.....ill see you again someday hairball