An Inspired Story

Five More Minutes

Loss is a funny thing. It only really hits you when you turn them, to make a funny remark or ask for their opinion on something, and, she's not there. She's not there.

She's not here.

Not anymore.

Fuck, I just wish she was here. It's selfish really, I just want her to be by my side. The pain is too much. I wish she was here.

I never got to say goodbye.

The last time I saw her, she was tucked into my side, so close we were practically one being. No. The last time I saw her she was being lowered into the ground and I could barely see through the tears flooding down my face. I just wish she was here.

We were living. And now, I'm just existing. Alone.

Why did you have to leave me?

Fuck, I just wish I was with you. No matter where.

What I would tell you if I just had five more minutes.

I think it'd be along the lines of I loved you. I still do. That's the one thing I wish I told you. 

How you fit so perfectly in my arms.

How I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. 

Five more minutes. That's all I ask.