Please don’t go…


I struggle to remember the dream and the taste of her mouth…laying on the grass where the sun behind the ridgeline sets so soon and the tiny blue flowers fill the lens.  She is going…

“Dada, wake up…” Little thumpy footsteps skip down the hall outside the bedroom. “I opened the door my own self”, my daughter’s little voice proclaims.

No, come back, I don’t want to leave yet…but my love fades into morning. Please, don’t go…don’t go.


This entry was published on December 29, 2012 at 7:54 am. It’s filed under Life, Love and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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