Good bye notes,
strung with a sweet fragrance;
a frangrance belonging to you.
Longing for a touch,
longing for a word.
It's pulling me up,
higher into the sky.
I get high on your memory,
seeing your face once again,
fufilling my long-lived dream.
Maybe I can't wait,
maybe my will power is draining.
Can you answer these,
filling my face with wonder.
I'm falling down fast,
stars screaming at me.
Your delicate face is fading,
and I'm sobbing loudly.
I want you to come back,
to fill that empty high,
bringing me back up,
back into the clouds
