Tuesday

July 19, 2006

This is the day, the day my dearest leaves. I’m not exactly angry with my wife, nevertheless, she is near to the end. My wife’s name is Chloe, i call her Coco, and she’s going to the hospital for a while. I’m not angry but i’m frustrated, not with her but with the fact that i won’t BE with her. Nobody wants to leave their loved ones, especially not me.

Friday

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While on your deathbed, waiting for the thaumaturge, I held you closely, loving you was always A surge.

Knowing soon you would be gone, I struggled to keep my own life on.

I miss your touch so dearly, your warm embraced, just once more would make me feel complete, sincerely....

All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of cloudless blues.

No wonder people dream of here, it’s full of love and cheer!

Remembering those who were lost, it’s a sore, but one we all eventually have to cross.

Here is where i’ll stay, my forever home i will lay....

As i started my speech in front of my class, i think of the times i was never heard. After regaining my thoughts, i started my speech. “Words are wasted on those who do not listen.” My thoughts, yet again, focused on my past.

Upon these thoughts, i wanted to leave. I just wanted to run, and run, and run, and i never wanted to come back, but i know i can’t. The only person left in my life is her...