What a great day,
I thought to myself,
while the sky was blue-grey,
and the weather was not too cold,
and I was walking on a path,
that would lead me to home.
I was quite happy,
if I remember correctly,
nothing could stand in my way,
nothing could bring me down.
I was going to be happy today,
and no one could stop me,
or at least that's what I
thought.
Then it happened,
it was quite a long call,
and most of the time
the silence was long,
cause I feel I could not speak,
and you were begging me.
"Please say something,"
"Please don't let me feel like i'm being mean"
and yet I still couldn't speak,
and another long silenced,
appeared before us,
and I remember hearing you gasp,
"Are you crying?"
"Please don't tell me you're crying."
and somehow I found my words again.
I remember whispering,
so slowly,
"I feel if I talk, then I will."
there was a horrified silence,
and he kept repeating,
"Please don't cry"
and my only response,
between my gasping breaths was,
"I'm trying."