It's time
It's time to leave you
I don't want to let go of your hand that has always held mine with so much trust and smiles
I don't want to part with your warmth, with your manly scent which always gave me so much comfort and kept my tears at bay, when they threatened to make an appearance
I don't want to say goodbye, because there is a huge lump in my throat and I want to cry the first thing instead of leaving.
Don't, please don't.
It's too hard. I want to slacken, fall apart and scream, cry aloud and hug your legs close to my heart, kneeling because my heart is close to breaking and I want you to soothe the ache in my soul.
If you can rub my head, do that, it helps too. If it's the last time before leaving then do it. I want to remember your touch when I dry my tears at night.
All the stars in me have dimmed way earlier and now it's only your light that can do anything to bring back the brightness.
It's time,Pappa. They are calling me. It's time for me to go.
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©VioletEden
9thFebruary2017
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Vermillion
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