Why?
Why did this have to happen? Perhaps it is not to be known… Perhaps one day, it will be known, when the sea no longer rolls with the wind… When the sun no longer shines upon my face, when I owe no more to the future, when my job is done here on Earth... Perhaps then I will receive an answer, it may not be the answer I would like... But at least I will get an answer... To WHY??? WHY were you taken from me? WHY so suddenly? WHY so completely? Without even a chance to say goodbye... © Jonathan Wikkins October 27th, 2001 Revised February 21, 2008 All Rights Reservedthis piece will be published in print this winter in a compilation called 'Under a Quicksilver Moon' Written October 27th, 2001 © on Oct 27 2001 03:29 PM PST, David Michael Shurtleff angst
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