It was the last night,
Lying on my bed.
We stared at the ceiling,
Knowing he would be gone,
The next morning.
Life would start again.
I started to cry,
Profoundly sad.
It wasn't all for him,
But for everything that doesn't work out,
Because we are getting older.
I love you.
I love you.
You are my past.
Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 5:14 AM UTC
It was the last night,
Lying on my bed.
We stared at the ceiling,
Knowing he would be gone,
The next morning.
Life would start again.
I started to cry,
Profoundly sad.
It wasn't all for him,
But for everything that doesn't work out,
Because we are getting older.
I love you.
I love you.
You are my past.
Copyright Marie Hess 2009