I didn't know what to get you,
to help you get better.
So I made you this.
It's a wishing crane.
We'll write your wish on it's wings.
And tie it to a balloon.
You and I, we'll drop it out
of your hospital window.
Up it will fly,
Into the stars.
Letting your dreams take wing.
I wish you'll be happy when I'm gone.
I'll never know what you wrote.
You never told me
How special I was.
How much it meant
That I visited.
That I cared enough
To be there for you.
To make you happy with jokes and stories.
But now you're gone.
I sit alone,
Letting the cool breeze fill my mind.
In through the window,
A paper crane lands on my lap.
Scrawled across it's wings,
In a handwriting I know better than my own,
I'll be waiting for you.
Live life for both of us.
Wiping the tears away from my eyes,
I put the crane next to my bed.
With the pictures of you and me.
I look out the window, into the sky.
"Thank you." I whisper, and close the window.
I read your note every night.
To remind me that even in the worst of times.
I have you waiting for me at the end.