I have came to realized,
that this would not work out.
you being mine,
or me being yours.
I have come to realized,
that we are like parallel lines.
side to side,
but will never meet.
Maybe one day,
god would make the parallel lines
gone wrong.
Maybe one day,
god would let us be together,
be happy.
This is one hell of an imagination,
that the silly me,
hope that it will come true.

I made my retreat back to the bedroom where she had been laying. Naked and on her side, her eyes saying some cool and provocative phrase. This did not happen to often so I could say I was a little taken back. After we had made love I layed naked on my side feeling I had made the wrong choice. I should have grabbed the letter that I was headed back for originally, layed it on her counter and walked out. She was trying to save the dying and I had written a letter of sympathy. The letter reads much colder now that she is on the deathbed.