A Last Good-bye

You cannot see the ocean from here,
But I promise it is somewhere near.

You cannot hear the song of the birds,
But I can still put the music to words.

You cannot smell the spring this time,
But I believe it is out there and fine.

You cannot taste the ash that poisons you,
But I know the fate that will soon be true.

You cannot feel my tears against your cold skin,
But I swear they will stain it over and over again.