I knew it was coming
death
was with me.
Hanging on like a bookmark ripping the words from the pages.
Till water spilled and the words simply were washd away.
I was woken up.
I thought I would be woken up by laughter but instead it was
tears.
His heart stoped. My heart stoped.
Our hearts stoped.
They told us that he was in a tunnel. There was a light at the end.
The light was the sun.
Not a train.
But this was a train.
And it hit hard.
Breaking
Your
Heart.
Breaking you.
Even though his heart was no longer beating
His heart was never filled with more love then now.
It was beating stronger.
The love he had shown
For us.
For them.
Me.
Her.
You.
The love he had for her is only somthing I could wish to have in a dream.
She stroked his hair.
Even till they took him.
Held his hand.
Till that train was there.
It was our own little love novel.
Happiness seemed to come easy to him.
Laughing till his very last breath. Wishing for lemon pie and bowling. Smelling the fresh cut grass.
Watching me dance .
Talking about
Life.
About love.
They may not have said it alot.
But they didn't have to.
You could tell by the.
Way she held his hand and the way he would say
"Yes dear, yes dear."
I think what he was really saying was
Dear I love you no matter what, I love you so much you have no idea.
How much I love you.
