In so many ways,
I miss you.
There are too many days.
Help me not let those days drift us apart.
Apart from our memories.
Apart from the last time I saw you.
Last.
Last.
One of the strongest words I know.
Last time.
I won’t believe it.
I close my eyes,
see the child I once was holding onto my papa’s hand.
Why can’t that happen anymore?
Why are you gone?
Why you?
Why me?
Death has no potential.
But the potential to allow me to drift me away in a storm.
I can’t take it.
I’m fighting against it
But the winds are as strong as sharp nails coming towards you.
I feel my heart tremble like an earthquake just by the thought of you. I’m fighting against it
But I want you back.
Nothing else.
It’s foolishness, I know.
You’re in a better place.
It’s what you deserve.
This war is just for myself.