• TOGETHER

    I sit upon this chair, waiting for him to come home.

    But he doesn't.

    I sit upon this bench, wishing he'd kiss me goodnight, but he isn't.

    I Look out the window at the rain, half expecting he'd come to me, splashing and laughing, but he didn't.

    He can't.

    Is he gone?

    I don't know.

    Rage, fear, pain, sorrow.

    All is one, and one is all. He can't walk.

    The day or night the war raged on, And the beautiful legs he had once been born on, were taken away.....

    ........Just like a dream.

    But it isn't a dream, it is a nightmare.

    People stare as I carry him out of the hospital, and into the car.

    Is he dead?

    Hair as black as the raven's feathers, and roots as navy blue as blueberries.

    It's limp in my hands.

    His arms are by his side, swinging and dangling.

    Is he dead?

    I kiss the top of his cool, and unmoving forehead softly, half expecting him to wake up and grin at me.

    But he doesn't.

    IS he DEAD?

    The words ring through my mind like a telephone, that no one ever answers.

    I sit his head in my lap, so his face is tilted towards mine.

    His eyes aren't the beautiful blue-Grey they once were......

    ......they are dead.

    I back out of the parking lot, driving the thoughts of death from my head.

    No more.

    'No more', I whisper. 'No more.'

    Too much traffic, I think I will take a shortcut.

    Just beside the bridge....... I stop. Another traffic jam.

    I look down at his face, his beautiful face and hot tears form.

    They splatter on his cheeks, making the cuts and scars look like they are bleeding all over again.

    I am now crying uncontrollably..... no more, no more.

    The traffic begins to move and i slam on the gas, so i shoot forward in the air.

    I flipped over the curb.

    death penalty.

    In slow motion i hurl through the air, and his eyes open. On their own.

    He looks at me and smiles sadly.

    I pull him into a quick embrace and kiss him one last time.

    The world around us erupts into a black fire.

    death.

    I am not scared. I am here, He looks so beautiful, like an angel. I look so beautiful, like an angel.

    I touch his hand and he looks up to me and smiles a heartwarming smile.

    We can accept this.

    Yes, We can accept death.

    Together.