For Now, Forever

What do I say at our last goodbye — will the Heavens open, do the angels cry? Will the bed where you lay grow wings and fly; can you hear my voice up there in the sky?

People tell me it’s a better place, where flowers will bloom for eternal days. I’ll still speak to you in my prayers each night, check in on you as I turn off the light.

I hope I still see you, even for a glimpse; please come and find me in my loneliest dreams. For now I’m the Sun who pines for the Moon — but promise me you’ll wait, ‘cos I’ll be with you soon. 

Heather by Sophia Sinclair
Heather by Sophia Sinclair
Heather by Sophia Sinclair
Heather by Sophia Sinclair
Heather by Sophia Sinclair
Heather by Sophia Sinclair
Heather by Sophia Sinclair
Heather by Sophia Sinclair
Heather by Sophia Sinclair
Heather by Sophia Sinclair
Heather by Sophia Sinclair
Heather by Sophia Sinclair
Heather by Sophia Sinclair
Heather by Sophia Sinclair
Heather by Sophia Sinclair
Heather by Sophia Sinclair
Heather by Sophia Sinclair
Heather by Sophia Sinclair
Heather by Sophia Sinclair

Photographer: Sophia Sinclair
Model: Heather