Purple and Pink Skies
The is to show people to look for signs of you passed loved ones. Like I do, I look in the sky.
Every morning
and every afternoon
something in the sky,
so beautiful,
catches my eye.
It's your colors,
purple and pink.
And I start thinking about you,
then my heart starts to sink.
But I'm becoming a little more stronger.
Because each day
and each night
I realize that for your life
you do not have to fight.
And that just makes me happy.
Just know that you are no longer in pain.
Even though life without you seems insane,
I know that I will see you again.
I'll be waiting for you.
No matter if it's a day or two,
or 70 more years.
Because I will always love and miss you.
Can't wait to see you again.
Until then, I'll see you in the sky.
So beautiful, it catches my eye.
I love those purple and pink skies.
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