Near, but still far

Some mornings, I start off mourning when my brain starts to stretch. When my eyes are still filled with last nights fight for any kind of rest. For your eyes never opened today. Your alarm clock was silenced, just a month past May. The birds out my window they sang for only me, for your window was sealed when your soul departed from earthly living. The sun lit up my room brighter when you left because your sun rays needed a bed to lay their light to rest. The clouds you once said followed you became my guiding tool, for they had no one to chase after June twenty two. The music you loved got louder, like I gained your ears. I guess the tunes that you heard needed someone to hear. Your once inked words became vocal, like I could finally hear you. It's too bad I had to lose you, to finally be near you.