I
lay here, calmly looking into
your eyes. Your
beautiful worried eyes. They
plead with me. They plead
with god.
Please don't do this to yourself. It
hurts me to see the
pain so
deeply ingrained in your
soul. Each of the
tears you
shed for me
shine with brilliance, emoting sight's
equivalence to sound's
symphonic beauty. Each of the tears you shed for me makes
my heart cry in agony. I want to tell you it's
okay.
No! ... No! ... Don't leave me. Please... I need you. Oh god, don't leave me alone.
You've
come back to me. Oh, yes, thank you for not shedding your
tears. It
soothes me to see you
calmer. You're so calm and--
Wait. Why are your eyes so
dull? What's
wrong? It's almost like... almost like... you don't
recognize me when you look at me. I'm
still here.
Please believe that.
"I miss you so much. I'm sorry... so sorry..." I hear these words
whispered shakingly through your dry, cracked
lips. How I long to
kiss them. But these words
strike a chord within my
soul.
But I'm still here. You can't miss me. Don't say goodbye. Don't leave me alone.
Please... Don't miss me until I'm dead.