The Withering

Skies sobbed ceaslessly
but always I was there with you,

Clutching you close and sheltering
that which is vital and fragile.

Watched you grow into your own,
letting go but not all the way.

My fingers grasping yours,
solid and warm.

You made the sky your own.
Flew through it all,

Rain and shine,
without qualm.

I was proud and amazed.
Never had I loved you more.

And everyday you grew stronger,
I grew in turn,

Learning the ins and outs of our dynamic,
applying it to our own logic and reason.

But now I'm shivering.
I feel the cold.

Disoriented and lost,
I look to the sky for an answer,

Look to find you so that I can take comfort
in your free spirit.

But you're not there,
And as the trembling gets worse,

Making its way from skin to bone,
I finally realize why.

I'm holding you close,
and you're even more frozen than I.

Why did you, this, have to die?