Despair, thats the only word I can think to describe it. Complete and total despair consumes me and I'm not ashamed to say I laid in bed for days just to cry. When she went missing I never dreamed she wouldn't turn up. I always assumed I would open my front door to find her standing there with those sparkling eyes and an extravagant story of explanation. My mind continually folded over the fears, convincing me the worst was impossible until the worst was all there was. I guess theres a part of my heart that still doesn't believe it.
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Today, the gloom will clear, if only for a little while.
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She always talked about getting out of the city. So even though I was never able to bring her, I know she would have loved these woods. When I come here I can almost pretend shes still alive, can almost hear her voice...
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