efreespirited
Daddy held me. He was my blanket from the storm that was raging my life. My shield from the swords that were stabbing me. The courage that I needed to fight. He held me until every tear had been cried, until every last drop fell from my eyes. First they came like rain, a storm pounding down, then drop by drop, like a faucet trying to find water in a famine. But he wouldn't give up on me until I had escaped from the ropes that held me.
I wonder about why he left me. I wonder if he's looking at the same stars as me, or if he's halfway around the world where there aren't stars this time of day. I wonder if he's thinking about me as I am thinking about him. He wouldn't have left me. No, he couldn't. He knew I couldn't live, I can't breathe without him. But I'm left here to wonder about where I went wrong. What I did, or didn't do to make him want to leave so badly.
I miss her smile. The way it lit up a room when she walked in. I miss her laugh. The joyous sound that came from it. I miss her silky skin and her emerald eyes. The way her dark hair danced in the wind. Truth be told, I miss everything about her.
I watched as the train slowly melted into the black of the night. I watched as all I had ever known faded along with the light. She was gone.
We pulled up to the train station, with tears in both of our eyes as I killed the ignition on our Chevrolet. This would be the last time I would see him alive, and we both knew it. We sat in the car for a while as the silence grew thicker, and as the clock noted the time that was slipping away from our hands. Love is like that. Love is like sand. You can't hold every bit. It escapes from your grasp.