Original Poetry: "From Above The Sky"

Sometimes we know the things we mean to say-
When there is no chance to stand face to face...
All those times spent close together,
The words never come out like they ought
And then all ends in a way we’ve never thought

And there’s the sky above me and beneath you,
A doorway that never seems to open
And I know the time has passed,
But now I say what I had to say a long ago
And I pray, you hear me from above the sky...