February 16th 2030
It's over.
I feel so empty.
Hollow.
Arms are pulling at me.
All I can do is rock back and forth.
Her eyes still open
A smile on her face
I should've…
I could've…
It's my fault
She's gone because of me
No warmth
No sparkle
I see her hair
flow across her shoulders,
Hear her voice, carried on the breeze,
Watch her dancing in the moonlight…
See her rising above me,
Feel her around me,
In me,
Through me.
It's too late.
Too late to save
her smiles,
Her laughs.
Too late to see
the sparkle in her eyes,
Blue eyes.
Too late to save
her warmth,
Consuming heat.
Too late to kiss,
To touch
To change
Too late
She's gone.
She did this for me
I'm hollow.
Empty
She's gone.
And there's nothing
I can do about it.
~Fin~