He died in peace,but peace died with him.
2 years have gone by and all I can do is to summon the guts to write. 2 years of mourning,mourning to your memories,dreaming,dreaming of the moments I now so cherish and a lifetime of regret,regret to all that I could have done.
I had it, the opportunity. An opportunity to make a memory of walking in the park with with you in the russet and red of autumn,yet I failed to do so and walked in the red of your blood instead ;To console you in your bed and feel the tears that had drenched your soft cheeks,yet here I am in my own bed with a soft pillow drenched by my tears; To hold you tight in my arms if you had a nightmare,yet I feel my arms to envelop my self as I curl my arms around your dead body with fear,for you have become my nightmare .
Opportunity, a simple everyday word, but for those who have gone through what I have,opportunity is a craving. Your hearts biggest desire and the subject of all your thoughts. Of all the ways I imagine I could have you in my arms,alive, your tiny heart beating. But an opportunity I got, and yet I failed.
I failed as a man,a husband, a son but most importantly, A father.
