We used to laugh together
losing control
losing our breath
We used to sleep together
shared the same bed
shared the same dreams
We used to be together
without even realising
without even worrying
that one day
I might stop
feeding you
and you
would
die
The prompt for #NaPoWriMo day 3 was to write about someone who died and choose a peculiarity of them to focus on. I couldn’t, so I wrote this instead. It’s a true story.
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oh. oh this. 😦
I know! This was as short and simple as I could write about it. Also: I’m only able to write about it because things are a bit better now.
and there is nothing wrong with short. this.. is… so heartfelt. raw. heart tugger. i am glad to hear things are better now.
Thank you!
Rebirth always awaits for Hope. It’s like a Phoenix!
Kevin
Rebirth is on it’s way. Thanks!
Wow, this one hits you like a hammer. Very raw, very impressed. XXX
Enjoyed this one. Thanks for sharing!
Very intriguing – thanks for sharing!
Oh that made my heart hurt a bit. Hope you are ok
Thank you D-Claire. I think the worst is behind me. And the sun was shining today, which helps.
Hugs.
That’s about all my phone allows tonight.
Hugs are great, thank you!
I wanted to write more but my phone was bugging 😕
Probably to tell me to go to sleep 😉
It took me a while to link the title and the poem. The fever probably.
Please, know hope is not dead. It may be smaller and the black dog hides it, but it doesn’t die.
Hugs again!
I tend to loose hope when I can’t see a way out. Luckily, when a way presents itself, hope returns. I’m happy to say hope is back. But it felt like it never would return when it was gone. You know what I mean. Thanks for being my friend for so long now!
I do know what you mean. Glad it’s back 😄
😘
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