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Post by Nicole on Nov 1, 2005 11:33:50 GMT -5
I felt your presence by my bed but did not think about it. I looked apon your face it was pinkish skin colored from the cold snow on the ground. It was the last day I would see you ever come around. I laid in the bed as my head was filled with sweat. My heart racing as I looked up at you. I wondered if you knew it to. The accident was terrible. I was smashed into bits. My head was swelled and glass was shoved in places that you could not imagine. They did not hurt any more than knowing that I was week. I wondered if you would remember all the things we did. I wondered if you would think of me later, and if the thoughts would be good. If the thoughts would be those thoughts of one who loved me and cared for me all of the time we were together. I spoke nothing. You put your hand across my arm. I took your hand in mine and a tear ran down my face. My distorted thought patterns made me wonder if you ever loved me to begin with. I looked at you. I closed my eyes.
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