In
a month and a half, it would have been our wedding anniversary. My love passed
away 477 days ago and everyday my insides burn like molten iron. I don’t know
what I feal anymore, it was all so simple for so long and I had the foolish dream
that it would stay that way, that I would have a chance to grow old with the
woman I love.
There
is a never-ending sea of pain where my Love once was, a blackness so dark and
deep I don’t know where it ends and where I begin.
I
had thought about writing again, but I don’t see any fiction in my future.
How long can water be trod until the strength seeps out bleeding into the surrounding blackness.
