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Scris de DarK Sam Ian 03, 2009 5:46 pmThis morning , the air was cool and crisp . I breathed oxygen like a dragon breathing fire – small puffs of milky white smoke clouding the air around me . My face was cold and my fingers were numb , wrapped tightly around the large object inside my hands . The grass was dewy but crunched under my boots and my eyes were tired but I kept on walking , your beautiful face dancing before me .
The shovel was heavy in my hands but I didn’t mind . It didn’t take muscles to bring you back … it took emotion . I dug you up and carried your frail body within my protective arms . I wanted you close , even if you were ever so cold .
Last night my mind ran a marathon ; images and memories swirling and twirling in the darkest places in my mind . It was then that I realised how selfish I am , and I made the decision that Heaven just can’t have you ! You belong here with me , not a million miles away in the clouds above my head .
It was warmer inside the little wooden house , but you were still ice cold . I made pancakes and coffee and sat the porcelain plate in front of you but you sat there staring back at me , and you didn’t eat a single thing . I knew you were sick but I still wanted to try to make you better , somehow ... I carried you to the bath and I stripped your plain , dull black clothes . I washed you clean and you smelt like strawberries and meadows and I wanted to hear you laugh just once more ...
Back in my room on the creaky mattress , the sheets are creased and I can see the indents of where you used to lay , a memory of when your arms were around mine and you were ever so warm by my side .
They’ll find your headstone in my backyard under the beautiful , sprawling tree , that one we used to climb . Without it by your grave there will never be proof that you died alone , I promise .
Your casket is small but I know we’ll both fit and then and only then will I make you warm again . This will be our new house , and if you want , we’ll never have to leave . Ever . It’s dark now but that doesn’t matter , the dark isn’t scary when you’re here . So I close my eyes and I hold you tight , they’ll find us here in each other’s arms ...
The shovel was heavy in my hands but I didn’t mind . It didn’t take muscles to bring you back … it took emotion . I dug you up and carried your frail body within my protective arms . I wanted you close , even if you were ever so cold .
Last night my mind ran a marathon ; images and memories swirling and twirling in the darkest places in my mind . It was then that I realised how selfish I am , and I made the decision that Heaven just can’t have you ! You belong here with me , not a million miles away in the clouds above my head .
It was warmer inside the little wooden house , but you were still ice cold . I made pancakes and coffee and sat the porcelain plate in front of you but you sat there staring back at me , and you didn’t eat a single thing . I knew you were sick but I still wanted to try to make you better , somehow ... I carried you to the bath and I stripped your plain , dull black clothes . I washed you clean and you smelt like strawberries and meadows and I wanted to hear you laugh just once more ...
Back in my room on the creaky mattress , the sheets are creased and I can see the indents of where you used to lay , a memory of when your arms were around mine and you were ever so warm by my side .
They’ll find your headstone in my backyard under the beautiful , sprawling tree , that one we used to climb . Without it by your grave there will never be proof that you died alone , I promise .
Your casket is small but I know we’ll both fit and then and only then will I make you warm again . This will be our new house , and if you want , we’ll never have to leave . Ever . It’s dark now but that doesn’t matter , the dark isn’t scary when you’re here . So I close my eyes and I hold you tight , they’ll find us here in each other’s arms ...
