Darling,
twenty-six
"It's going to be okay," she whispers to him, squeezing his hand.
"No," he says, pulling his hand away and covering his face. "How could he just leave like that?"
"I don't know, Collin," she whispers in response, looking down at the gravestone.
"How could he not even," he hesitates, removing his hands, "Want to see me?"
"I don't know," she replies softly. "I don't know, Collin. Maybe he just didn't want to see you hurting."
"Well look where it's brought me!" he laughs slightly. She reaches for his hand again, but he pulls away. "I mean, did he think this would be better?!"
"Collin," she says calmly, stepping towards, him. "I'm so sorry, Collin."
He begins to cry, and she pulls him to her, and he holds onto her tightly, trying so hard to understand.
"No," he says, pulling his hand away and covering his face. "How could he just leave like that?"
"I don't know, Collin," she whispers in response, looking down at the gravestone.
"How could he not even," he hesitates, removing his hands, "Want to see me?"
"I don't know," she replies softly. "I don't know, Collin. Maybe he just didn't want to see you hurting."
"Well look where it's brought me!" he laughs slightly. She reaches for his hand again, but he pulls away. "I mean, did he think this would be better?!"
"Collin," she says calmly, stepping towards, him. "I'm so sorry, Collin."
He begins to cry, and she pulls him to her, and he holds onto her tightly, trying so hard to understand.
♠ ♠ ♠
"Sunday Morning dreamt about a moment passed,about a time I failed.
Sunday Morning I was staring at a clock
trying to push it back.
Sunday Morning wished to be a kid."