The Increasing Distance Between Dreams and Death

It's almost time for your funeral, my little fairy,
and though it's too far away for me to be there physically
I assure you that my heart has spent the past two weeks attending.

My eyes are bloodshot all day long not from crying
but from sleep deprivation, caused by how I wake up
sobbing and wailing every hour like an alarm clock,
completely unable to gain rest, or even sleep for a decent period of time.

Little elf, my nightmares all start off differently
but by the end of them, it always ends
with you starting to run into the distance
and I try to follow you but can never quite catch up.

I try to run faster, I try my hardest, but no matter what, I never make it.
And then the environments change from sunshine and forests
to the desolate wasteland and starless void that now occupies my inner worlds.

The worst part being that it's your funeral two days from now,
and you've ran so far away from me, my twin-soul fairy,
that I can't even predict how many years it will be
until I have the chance to catch up to your grave.