To You...

Baby,     it's been so long,           since I saw your face… So long,     too long... Our life was almost perfect,     wasn't it? I still don't understand why... Why I'm alone... Remember,     years ago,           I told you,               I hated sleeping alone? It's true... I'm still trying to forget     those awful sights… When you were sitting there,     you seemed ok... Then, it happened... I screamed out your name... But, the most horrible memory I have,     is seeing you gasp for your last breath... It still gives me shudders,     when I think about it... Then the paramedics... All the questions... None of which     I even remember them asking... For the longest time, I couldn't remember anything before that... Now I can... I remember the good times, Even some of the bad... I'd take all of those, just to have you back... I know it seems strange,     that you may           have told me many things               at the moment of your death... I know you did what you did,     for me... I just wish you didn't     have to make that decision... I didn't want to turn off the machines, I didn't know if I     could truly handle           fighting for you,               like I said... But, at least you loved me,     enough to take all those away from me... For that,     you will always be           treasured,           loved,           cared for,               and           wished back... Remember what I said all those times? I'll always love you… I'll always miss you… I'll always wish it had never happened… I'll always wonder     what would have come next...           and... I'll always respect you     for loving me enough           to sacrifice yourself,               for me... © Jonathan Wikkins February 23rd, 2002 Revised February 19, 2008 All rights reservedi posted this one in solitary's challenge... Written November 6th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 07:45 AM PST, David Michael Shurtleff    love • life • pain • personal • sad • thoughts