Firefly,

one day — very soon — you'll wake to find

my angel wings fully grown.

embarked on the journey to the seventh sky.

And we shall meet in heaven.

What may seem like a regular morning

will turn into mourning.

But dear, I've grown wings — we'll meet again. soon.

So don't tread without purpose. Don't be afraid.

I have embraced death, welcomed it with open arms.

Death is a friend now — no longer something I fear.

I may go six feet under.

but I'll always be six feet above. watching.

And just like that — one day, soon enough —

I'll be gone.

with my wings grown.

ready to fly.