Bluebells

I Can't Take It Anymore..
I Don't Want To Cry...
Why Do I Still Mourn Your Death My Friend?
You Left Me Here..
To Walk Alone In The Dark...

We Always Were Together....
Never Letting One Another Fall Behind...

As I Lay On My Bed One Night...
I Think About You And Me....
To Both The Happy And Sad Times We Shared..
Laughing And Smiling...
You And Me....
Cursing And Crying...
Me And You.....

Months Ago I Lay In Bed...
Remembering Our Accident....
I Sit Strait Up....
Looking For You....
But The Bed Beside Me....
Was Empty....
I Call For the Doctor And Asked "Where Is He?"
And The Doctor Looked Down...
And Said "I'm Very Sorry... But We Couldn't Save Him... I'm Sorry For Your Lost"
I Sat There, Mouth A gap....
Looking Shocked...
And When I Fully Recovered From The Mild Shock...
I burst To A Frenzy Of Tears....

Now One Month Later...
I Look Into Your Handsome Face And Smile, A Sad Smile.
Before Bursting To Another Set Of Tears....

As I Stare Down The Hole And See You..
I Dropped You, Your Favorite Flower....
A Single Bluebell....
You Always Told Me That The Bluebells Meaning Was...
Pure Of Heart And Innocence...
And It Described You Perfectly...
You Were Always The Innocent One...
And Always Were The Purest Of Hearts.....
You Always Gave Me Bluebells Every Occasion..

And Now It's Night Before My Birthday...
I Sit On My Bed.....
Crying Tears Of Sadness And Pain....
Wishing For You To Come Back.....
But Knowing You Can't....

I Said To Myself "He Hasn't Missed A Occasion Without Giving Me A Bluebell...
He Always Gave Me One.... But I Guess He Can't Anymore"

As I Was Thinking Of Ending It All....
I Heard A Tip-tap Knock On My Balcony Window...
"Only He Knocks Like That..." I Said To Myself... Thinking Of The Many Times He Gave Me Flowers, Always Doing It By Going On My Balcony Widow And Knocking The Tip-tap Knock He Always Did......

As I Walked On My Balcony I Froze....
Right There In front Of Me Were Bluebells...
I Couldn't Take It Anymore...
I Broke Down Crying....

I Walked Over To The Bluebells And Picked Them Up...
Smelling Them, Like I Used To When He Gave Them To Me....
And I Heard A Something Flatter To The Floor....
I Looked Down And Saw A Black Note.....

I Picked It Up And It Read:.....

My Dear....
Please Stop Grieving My Death...
You Know I Hate It When You Cry...
I Know You Can't See Me...
But I Can See You.....
Please Don't Stop Smiling I Miss It Terribly...
And Just So You Know My Love, I Will Always Be With You....
Not In Presence... But In Spirit....
Please Stop Crying And Start Smiling...
Your Bluebell Prince...

I Thought It Was Some Horrible Joke....
That Was Until I Read The Last Part....
I Nicknamed Him "My Bluebell Prince" And Nobody But Me And Him Knew Our Nicknames For Each Other.....

"It's Really Him..." I Thought Crying, But This Time Not For Sadness But For.... Happiness...
I Wipe Away My Tears And Walk In My Living Room And Got My Bluebells In A Vase....

And Smiled At It "I Hope Your Happy, My Innocent, Pure-Hearted, Bluebell Prince" I Said Out loud, Hoping He Could Hear Me. Like Someone Heard Me, I Heard A Chuckle And A Soft Yes. As The Wind Blew. I Smiled....