You made the silence even more suffocating. But there was nothing I could do and, as you faded away, so did the day.
But I can’t worry about that now. We’re in a race to the top, holding our breaths and waiting for the mountain to allow us to see the view.
So I can’t stop to look for you now.
But this is not the end, because I can’t let you go, at least not now, when I still hear the bells singing whenever I wake up.
So it’s not now, but… Eventually it will be.
And the view in front of us will be magnificent.