You died.
I was the last person you talked to.
Or was it God?
I knew you shouldn't have gone.
That flight.
You were nervous.
I told you that you'd make it to your destination.
When you were dying, did you try to hold on?
Did you try to hold on for me?
Did you die among heat and fire?
Or did you die in the cool water?
Were you thinking of me?
Or were you thinking of your mom?
Or David and your DVD collection
Don't tell me to stop asking stupid questions
Don't say, "You know."
Because I don't.
Don't tell me it was all a dream.
Because it was my subconscious screaming
You kept your love under lock and key.
You died with the key in your pocket
I pried the lock open with my bare hands
and, finally, it gave in.
You left it there as a gift, no?
Or did you just forget it behind?
Where are you now?
Will I see you again?
Can I say, "I love you" one more time?
And hear the words echoed back?
Or is this it?
