I slept last night thinking of him,
and in this dream it was just us.
So peaceful and quiet and undisturbed.
No problems in our little world.
Then all the sudden he was dead.
I remember, early that day speaking of death, as if it were no big deal.
Everyone dies, I simply said.
But when I saw his cold face with no tiny blush,
I realized death is going to hurt so so much.
Then I awoke this morning,
heart full of pain.
Wondering if truly caring was going to lead to misery.
If one good thing came out of this, I have come to realize,
that while everyone dies, I must die first.
