I sit above the rooms of our home. Expose myself to a loss that I've known. No clouds exist in this blue sky. I use my sense for the first time. My hands hold on to the horizon. Can't catch my breath, so I stop trying. This small part of me counts down mathematically. It will bury me with you. I am here for just a short time. You've been gone for this stretch of my life. Please live through me. Now this tragedy becomes reality to our family. I am here for just a short time. You've been gone for this stretch of my life. This small part of me counts down mathematically. It will bury me with you.