“Gone. The saddest word in the language. In any language.”—Mark Slouka
I dreamed of you last night.
Suddenly you were there as if it were completely natural.
You know, how it used to be with us. How it will never be with us again…
At least, on this earth.
I turned to you excitedly and said, “ O’ I can’t believe I haven’t told you the name of my book yet.”
“Tell me.” You said.
“730 Days.” I answered. “I can’t believe I haven’t told you that.”
“I already knew.” You said.
“Where the hell have you been? I’ve missed you. Why haven’t you called me?”
You smiled with that stunning pink-lipsticked smile.
“You know where I’ve been.”
I noticed how your hair had grown long…flowing down your back like glimmering dark diamonds.
I noticed you were whole and perfect and happy.
I wish I were happy. I wish…
I wish…I wish
“Why do you keep dying and coming back?” I asked. “Why can’t you just stay with me?”
Please don’t leave me. Please
Stay Stay Stay
Then you were
G O N E.
My Soul Mate was murdered by Mike Peterson on May 26th, 2010. The entire earth darkened on that day.
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