Flight 17

She carried my suitcase,
Petite and round.
Tears on her face,
She lost and found.

Her pride,
Her sweetness,
Her joy,
Her weakness.

And she stands tall,
Just like she has before.
Overall,
She doesn't know anymore.

What to do,
What to say,
It will never make a difference anyway.

Afraid to fly?
Well, she flew.
I can't ask why,
I never knew.

Your reason to leave.
Taking your last breath.
My reason to be,
Depressed and obsessed,
With death.

I'd like to think I lost myself once I lost you.
But I seem stronger,
Days seem a little bit longer,
Even with the things I do.

These nostalgic memories,
I don't know how to stop them.
Laughing and smiling.
Since that's all I have left of him.

Maybe I'm just as I'm supposed to be,
Thankful for every breath I take.
Cause he's givin' up so much for me,
And realizing he gave up fighting at the wake,

Maybe I did lose myself.