The lonely thought, of a much less lonely man

My heart screams. A dying woman's cry. Begging and ripe with fear.

 

My mind gnashed it's thoughts at me. Snarling the sounds of a rabid wolf. Angry in terror and regret.

 

 

The center is where they meet. The anger and sorrow mesh. A silence ensues when I come to terms.

 

I hope you the best.

No ill fate.

I wish you a life that becomes all you want.

I pray for you to find the one you are destined.

But, I also, selfishly ask one thing. In this, bittersweet, reluctant finale, the final Bravo, to this dying symphony.

 

Think of me.

Think of me when you think of life.

Think of me when you think of love.

Think of me when it rains.

Think of me when it snows.

Think of me when it's sunny.

Think of me always.

When the world spins.

When the sky is blue.

When any stars shine.

Think of me always.

When the wind lives.

When the grass is green.

When the water is wet.

Think of me always.

For I, always, think of you.