When I Say Goodbye

I want to die on a cold, sunny day
with the warmth of the sun on my arms,
but the sounds of summer far from my resting place.
 
I want to see the sky for the last time
with the chill of winter cradling me in its arms,
but the knowledge of life never too close or too far from reach.
 
I want to die while awake
because if I fall asleep,
it won’t be real.