Roman Graveyard ( 2 ) _ Louis Mario Paliero_A Story by shadowsI lost a very close friend . someone that helped me to keep things together . someone I can never forget .I'm still in the graveyard walking away from the grave of the woman who introduced me to death , to sadness ,to guilt and to expecting the end . Nancy's death was the first tragedy of my life but when I dig into my memories , I find a happy one connected to the next head stone I saw . louis mario paliero that was the name . my first real friend ,one of those many tears I shed ,one of the many souls I miss,one of the many voices I'll never hear again,one of those people who can't walk through my door again . I stood in front of the grave for the first time in my life even though he died a year before and here we go , tears going down and flashbacks rushing into my mind . I was six when I met that cheerful soul and he was sixteen . he was that sweet boy who would love to play with the little girl and in a month we grew a solid friendship that lasted for ten years . we did everything together whenever we were in the same town and if we're not we were always on the phone . we went to street carnivals , bought dolls and flowers , sang on the road ,played soccer , raced in reading books and even did some volunteering together . he was there in all the big moments in my life like discovering my heart disease , going to a facility for eating disorders ,switching schools , a friend's death and even more . I was in his big moments too. I threw flowers on his wedding day , attended his son's birth , helped him through his wife's death . but he left me all alone . one day he was with me on the phone and the next day he had a heart attack and passed away . I couldn't see him or attend the funeral 'cause I was far away so I never got to say goodbye to him . he left a little kid behind ,Armano and he also left a big hole in my heart . sometimes I call his number and hear the answer machine tape his sister left then I tell him what's going on like how I used to . no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get over his death . it made me feel alone and turned me into a really tortured soul . I knelt down before the grave and put a violet flower , his favorite . then I spoke . for the first time I spoke to a grave and didn't have that weird feeling that I'm talking to myself . I knew for sure that he was somewhere listening . he always did . " I'm sorry Mario but I'm a liar . I'm not strong . I'm not tough . I'm not the rock you thought . I gave up . I screwed up . I didn't become what you wanted me to be . I can't be happy . I can't have hope . I lost my strength along the way . I only think of my turn now . it just made me mellow out . I'll never be the one I was again . i miss you . I miss who I was with you . thank you for the temporary happiness you gave me and the lifelong memories,too . no one can understand me the way you could . I'll be forever grateful to you " I couldn't say anymore . I couldn't help but feel that bitter in my heart and the darkness around my soul . that was enough graves ,enough death in one day . I sprinted out of the graveyard as if the death hands would pull me in if I didn't run away . I don't wanna lose anymore people . l don't wanna visit more graves .I thought to my self,but no . death was waiting . and I lost another close person sooner than I expected . it's all over the place . death lives in one of the corners of my room . © 2014 shadowsAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorshadowsmenouf, EgyptAboutI've been writing since I was 7 but no one ever read what I wrote I'm shy enough to bury my feelings in words also death is knocking my door more..Writing
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