———{Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.} —Shakespeare

 

—-I am a woman of contradictions.

I say one thing, but do another.

I write funny stories, but inside I cry.

I write about joy,  but in actuality, I’ve not experienced it for 442 days.

Not since you left me.

Not since that day in Hell.    That night walking the horrible hospital halls.

I remember nothing.

I remember everything.

I drown inside words & wine.

I let the vowels wash over me like rain,  like rebirth,  like resurrection.

I am not resurrected.

I am nothing.

I am everything.

I cannot live.

I cannot die.

I see your face all day long.            All night long….

As if you are inside me.

As if we inhale and exhale in the same breath.

Your  cheek is pressed against my cheek.

Your heart is my heart.

I will never release you.

Never.

Never Never Never   fucking let you go.

In dreams;  I see your long dark hair hanging loosely over your shoulders.

I see your pink lips smiling from a distance.

I hear you calling my name.

Kim.         Kim.         Kim.

“I am coming,” I say.  

“I am coming. 

Wait for me.

I am coming.”

My Sister, Kay was murdered by Mike Peterson yesterday 442 days ago.  Blackness Fell upon the Earth.

Read More About Kay Here:   In Memory of Kay 

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