Everyday without the two of you.
I try not to think about the past and I live my days making my life as busy as possible. I'm alright with saying it out loud. I don't think about the past when I'm with others. Because it is how it is. I'm not alright when I'm alone and everything falls, and the memories rush in.
And then, the thought that you are no longer here, crashes into my mind. When it does, when I realize that you aren't here, it suddenly makes it real to me again. I cannot take that.
I'm still at disbelief.
That someone like you is actually gone. That you are no longer here. That you died. The thought sinks into me, and it's hard to ignore it. It's impossible. How could someone so strong like you, is no longer breathing? How could someone like you get so sick?
How could death have captured you?
I cannot believe that the years have actually passed. Without me seeing you. Without me calling you. Without me hearing you. I cannot accept it. I haven't seen your face in these few years. Reading your death certificate brought me back to your deathbed.
I miss you.

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