One more day
I didn't get a chance to say goodbye, my love was sleeping (forever) when I came home. I went in the kitchen and stayed there thinking if I didn't look again it would somehow change the reality that while I was going thru my day my reason for living had left this earth. I know it was a kind and quiet passing and I am so happy it was that way. But I am so empty. I feel like I am playing someone else each day because I can hardly keep from screaming sometimes I find myself pleading silently - just one more day one more time to hear his voice see the twinkle in his eyes hear his laugh his wonderful laugh but I know what alone in a crowd means now all too well. how do you go on when your heart is broken in pieces I certainly don't know.