I love you.
Please understand that.
I only ignore you because it's best for both of us.
No, don't cry now.
This is a good thing.
You'll see.
You mean everything to me.
No, I'm not faking.
I promise.
Remember our picnic last summer?
Remember how you felt?
Like you could sing along with the breeze,
and dance in the clouds?
Now, imagine that feeling, but five times better.
All right.
Do you feel better now?
Good.
Just picture me with you, and someday you will join me again.
When it's your time.
No need to rush fate, now.
I need to go now, sweetheart.
Remember, I love you.
Goodbye.
~Amy, Last Call
3/31/09
When I read that, I thought of a mother who is about to die talking to her child one last time... That, or I thought of a girl breaking up with her boyfriend over the phone. The poem is very touching. Oo(^_^)oO
ReplyDeleteWhen I wrote this, I was thinking of a soldier who is dying in war and is calling his wife at home one last time. But that's pretty much the same thing.
ReplyDeleteI Love your poem, Amy!!!! I have no other comments, except that it is SUPER YUMMY!!!!
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