A poem!

Instead of rain, it was flowers this time.
He wasn't crying, he was happy
Although I mix those up all the time.

They were white flowers, I remember this much
They were swirling all around,
And the sky was so blue
I stuck my arms out,
In hopes of sprouting wings,
To get to you.

The flowers were flying, and so were the birds,
You always were.

My eyes are blue, I remember this much
Some say they have hints of gray
Not steel gray; not boring gray
Electric, magnetic
You had the same color.
They lit up when they saw us,
I remember that.
I bet they still do.

But now you are stone, so I will never know.
Only the flowers, twirling in the wind
Playing with my hair, kissing my face with their petals
I can't see them,
But I know they still light up,
Like the sun when it sees the day.