Day one
Nothing to say. Nothing to write. I can't breathe. I can't speak.
Nothing.
Day two
Today is no better than yesterday.
Day eight
You're scent lingers all around me. I wish you would envelope me. Please. I'd give it al to feel you near me again. I'd give it all for another smile.
Come back. You never liked me to beg. You would say "All you have to do is ask." Well, I can't just ask. I'm begging. I can't help it.
I need you.
Day ten
There has been no sign of you. Not one since that day in my room, when I could smell you, pretend you were there.
You're fingers barely resting against me, as you lay soundly in you're sleep. LIke you did the morning of you're death, like you did every morning.
Let me feel you breathe.
Day fourteen
I saw the sun today, the first time I've been outside since they buried you.
Shoved you deep into the ground, clothed lying still in a wooden box.
You looked like a porceline doll, so beautiful and delicant.
The sun rose high when they sealed you into the earth. I'd thought I'd never look at it again. But Daddy's got me outside today to come see you.
In the car I let the sun soak deep into my pores, warming my entire body with one single ray.
Day twentey
I miss you. Daddy's not the same. He lays in bed all the time, and at night I hear him call out you're name.
Sometimes he runs to you're room, and when he sees you're not there he crys.
And I just hold on to you're night gown and cry too.
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