Someone Special

I had just seen someone special…     so special…     so loving…     so loved… Who had nothing more to give… When last I saw her,     she was lying there,           motionless… Her body still warm to the touch… Only a few minutes before,     her heart was still beating… Her now lifeless body,     was still warm… I had been outside,     looking at the sunrise… Where I said:     “Baby, you missed a beautiful sunrise”… And she seemed to say to me,     these following words:     “No I didn’t, I was here, and enjoyed it with you.” At first,     that was all I remembered… But I had lost     a number of minutes… I honestly do not know,     if she truly spoke these words to me,           or they came from me… But it seems     I have remembered,           these following words,               as I moved on past                     what had happened… She also seemed to have said… “You’ll be ok, my love;     just have faith, that I           will be with you always… I’ll help you through     the toughest times,           for my love,               I did this for you… “I had no other choice,     my love,           but to go now,               not later… For you would have given     your all for me,           and had nothing left               for anyone else… But I would have gone anyway,     it was just a matter of time… “I couldn’t see forcing you,     to make that awful decision. For guilt would have consumed you,     as I had seen           so many times before…. “So I chose the path I took,     it wasn’t the one           I wanted to take… I wanted to come back,     my love,           to you,               for us…. “For now you will come to know     that I love you,           more than               my life itself… I know, you would also     have done the same for me,           had the shoe been on               the other foot… “But I had no other choice… I would go anyway… It was just a matter of time,     and what it would do to you.” “So I chose this,     because I love you… I wanted to make it     as easy,           on you               as possible… “I know it won’t be easy,     but always know,           I’ll be waiting for you,               on the other side… When you cross over     that bridge we call           Death…” © Jonathan Wikkins October 14th, 2001 Revised February 20, 2008 All Rights ReservedThis unfortunately, along with all my other pieces having to do with death and renewal is true... Written October 14th, 2001 there should be a picture and non-site background to go with this piece... if you have to highlight to read please let me know, i think my custom backgrounds aren't working properly Option 3. A Lament (or a sadness for someone lost, but not necessarily dead) © on Oct 14 2001 04:32 AM PST, David Michael Shurtleff    pain • personal • sad • thoughts • life • love