There is a day out there, and its coming at me fast. I don't want to see it, and I don't want to know it. I only know I have to be in it. There's a day out there, and it has hold of me already. I can feel it pulling me forward, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I feel myself running, but I know it's going to catch me. I can live through it, I just don't want to wake up to it.
He's been in my dreams again. Colorful, and walking. In school. Across the lawn. In the back yard. Always a surprise, how did you get here? In the last dream, he was startled to see me so happy. I couldn't explain to him that he's not here anymore. Instead, I touched his cheek. When I woke, the scent of him was on my hand. The happiness of seeing him lingered, but faded with the light.
It will be six months that he's been gone. I have no idea how I got here.
3 comments:
You got here by being the strong person that you are and knowing that by living you keep his memory and legacy alive.
P.S.I love you.
chills and what reading said.
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