Dear Laura,
Today is yet another day that I can't see your face.
Yet another day that I can't kiss your lips
And I can't whisper in your ear that I love you.
Oh, and what would I not give,
To feel the warmth of your hand holding mine
And see your smile
Just one more time.
You may wonder
How do I imagine our meeting
After all this time?
Well...
It doesn't matter.
Because when they closed your coffin,
We both knew this was the end
And there was no turning back.
Love,
Eliot
