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|Mon, 11-11-2002 - 11:38pm|
Ok.. I'm a bit rusty and it's definately not my best.. but it was what's on my mind tonight... soo... this is what u get ;o)
Unguarded Moments Tabitha
I wake to the sound of my own crying.
The dream is so vivid, so real, at first I don't realize that it's not a reality. I can still feel you in my arms, see the red staining your shirt, hear your voice fade as you slip away, leaving me behind.
It's so real; it's no longer a dream but a memory in my mind. When I close my eyes I relive those moments, the touch of your hand, the smell of gun powder, the feel of your warm blood.
My heart aches with loss and grief, though my mind knows it's not true. And yet, every fiber of me screams that it is so.
I reassure myself that everything is fine, but in unguarded moments the scenes flash through my mind, my breath catches, and I go back to your death.