Jul 15, 2010 22:22
Today is your birthday. It'd be. But you're not here anymore.
Sometimes I think it's just a bad dream, a nightmare, and I want to wake up.
But then I remember.
I'm already awake and I have this huge gap in the middle of my chest.
Like a black hole, it absorbs everything till there's nothing left.
Just loneliness.
Time is supposed to make it better. It's a lie.
It's been eight months and it feels like yesterday.
I miss you so much.
Is it wrong? Hoping you're in a better place?
Being taken care of by a God I'm not sure I believe in anymore?
Naïve, absurd, I know.
Everybody thinks you didn't know what was going on those last days.
I find it hard to believe. I just hope you felt loved al least. 'Cause you were. You are.
I love you and I always will.
pseudo-poem,
english,
author: miri_cris