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CP, you rock my friggin' socks. This was really, really well written. I enjoyed every sentence. It's a really honest piece of writing.
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The time had come, the doors opened at nine
I came in at eight, it didn't feel quite right I was 14 and felt too young at the time The day went fast, it was allready night There went 3 years behind a desk A time that was of fun, was now of anger, of discust I figured it was time to give it a rest I put in the letter, it was was a must The job had ended, The first chapter was written, And at that cusp I realized I was a grown-up! :D |
Alrighty. :) Nice one, MM.
We're all thinking at least a bit about the Schiavo case, and hence, our own mortality. I figure a topic of Death is just a bit too broad. How about this instead? Will and Testament |
When you left me, I lost my Will to live. To love.
With no good-bye you were taken, and on our very last kiss, your tender, warm lips were replaced by the heat of a sun-baked bronze coffin. I took a single rasberry coloured rose and I walked away. I still stay up at night, did you know that? I still keep hoping you'll knock on my door. You'll tell me it was all an awful dream. I still cry over you, can you hear me? They tell me I have to move forward, but they never tell me how. Please God, just one more moment to see your face one last time. I still need you, can you feel me? I caress your cheek, your face etched on your tombstone The granite is cold just like my heart when I lose myself in grief. I want to tell you that I found somebody special. I love him with my entire being and he makes me so very happy and alive. He awakened me. I think you'd really like him. Did you help bring him to me? Your last words were that you wanted me to be happy. I know that we were once supposed to last forever. Remember the picture that I drew of us? Me in the wedding gown? Pink, of course. We hung it on the refrigerator. You used to love my drawings. I never dreamt that the day we would be in Church together, at the altar, it would be me standing side by side with your casket. Please help me to let go. Please help me to move forward. If my tears were born of clouds I would flood the world ten times over. But that's a Testament to how much I love you. To how remarkable you are. Unlike our bodies, our love will never die. I miss you. |
Whoa! That was deep and so very meaningful. I know about the background from which you wrote this, but it could touch anyone's heart even if they didn't know about your past loss. Got me teary eyed.
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