A story about a girl I once wanted to spend my life with.
Alone
They say, when you die, no matter how many people are around you, no matter how
rich, powerful or popular you are, you die alone. That is how i feel now,
Alone... Don't misunderstand me, the 42 years I have spent on this planet have
been amazing. Yes I've been hurt, and I've hurt, and I've loved, and I've lost,
and I've cried. I have cried out my eyes, but regrets? I have none. Sweet
Elizabeth, she taught me, if i can't love myself, how can i hope to love
others? How could I hope to love her. now she sits next to me, a broken woman.
My head spins, I feel so... exhausted, soggy from the chemo. "Three
days" the doctor said, a week later I am still here, lying in this bed,
waiting to pass into the unknown. Though i am afraid, to leave everything i
have ever loved behind, I proceed with an open mind. I have always wondered
what it will be like in the afterlife, now I embrace it. My time here is up, is
there is a god?, it seems he needs me elsewhere.
I look to my love, my Lizzy, and the memories warm my heart. I made her promise
to keep him. My unborn son still growing inside of her, my Son, my little Jack.
So many possibilities for him. I know with a mother like Lizzy he will make me
proud.
'My time is up' I say to her. My voice, weak, not like it once was. 'One kiss,
goodbye'
I feel her soft lips embrace mine, chapped and faded. My wife, she looked
ravishing as always. My beautiful girl, and my beautiful son, we always said
we'd make some good looking babies. I think back to the first kiss we shared. I
was 14, I had told my mother I was gay so she's let girls stop over. We were
sitting on the roof of the porch, looking to the moon. The way the pale light
fell on the surrounding buildings, we were the only two in the world. Childhood
sweethearts.
Sitting next to me listening to our teacher droan on about computer networks,
her hand on my leg made those lessons durable.
They also say, that before you die, your life flashes before your eyes. My life
was sitting next to me, tears streaming down her face. 'I love you' She sobbed
'so much.'
I promised myself i wouldn't cry, i had always kept my promises, though not
this one. So i swallowed my pride and let tears fall.
'I will always love you'
The dull sounds of the hospital began to fade. the words "I love you"
circled in my head, like vultures waiting for me to die so they could feed on
my carcass. I looked to my wife, everything went black and I saw a light. The
light at the end of the tunnel, and I headed toward it. They were wrong though,
Yes I died, but I didn't die alone.
Your way with words is outstanding. You weave so much reality and tangibility into the ink that it becomes solid in the mind and emotional strata of the reader. The scene keeps the eyes riveted, wanting to know, wish for the best, hoping for better, yet knowing the reality and where things will end. Crafted expertly in my opinion, to capture and embrace the reader. This...it does.
Your way with words is outstanding. You weave so much reality and tangibility into the ink that it becomes solid in the mind and emotional strata of the reader. The scene keeps the eyes riveted, wanting to know, wish for the best, hoping for better, yet knowing the reality and where things will end. Crafted expertly in my opinion, to capture and embrace the reader. This...it does.
My eye's call me vane, my mind says insane, your smile calls me cute but you don't know my name. I write for my name, so i don't die the same, my name will live on and will die with my fame.
My bod.. more..