But I still look at the sky

I remember being a kid and looking up at the sky 

Not your chasing the sunset kind of sky 

Or the beautiful sunrise

But the 2pm, 3pm bright blue sky

The one with the nice bright clouds and wondering how nice it must be living up there 

How nice it must be sleeping on the fluffy comfy clouds

And using them as trampolines

And reading nooks

As I go into higher realms of dimensions

I find myself finding you 

Closer than you’ve ever been

I, closer than I’ve ever been

You do reach me yet I stay so blind in it 

But I still look at sky

And I still play with the wind

Cause I have not yet found the answers to all my questions 

But I’m slowly coming to realization that I might not need them at all

I don’t need the answers to be at peace

Or to be with you

Or to have you to live through me

So enjoy the nice fluffy comfy clouds 

While I enjoy these homemade takeout fries

And your favourite song

Because maybe grieving isn’t about healing, 

Maybe it’s about loving,

And incorporating in our lives what our deceased loved ones have taught us,

And what we so dearly loved about them.