“Someday, we will meet in a place somewhere like this.”
These were his words,
words that have pained me all throughout the hours after I held his hand that last time.
His words that once comforted me,
turned into a nightmare that never seemed to end.
He was here.
And then he was not.
Oh those promises he made,
were now as cold as his hands.
I wasn’t even allowed to see him in the box where he lay,
silent, and at peace,
two things I will never be again.
Until we both meet at the place he promised,
I will breathe a silent curse for that place will never be a place where our hearts can beat.