Fate
It has been four years since you were taken away from me, snatched by the cruel hands of fate. I remember your beautiful face, when you smiled in that orange dress. The tears overflowing from my eyes have made my vision blurry but my eyes still wish that they could stop to see you smile; see you challenge the brightness of the sun; see you put the winter drizzles to shame. But, Alas! you are gone, gone far, far beyond the realms of my world while I run in this wilderness laden with the falling snow flakes; I appear cold and numb but I can feel the warmth of your blazing love within me. You'll never know how lonely I am left without you. I want to hold you yet again, to hold you and cry, cry out my pain over your shoulders, to hear your heart beat for me, to hold your hand tight; but all's vanished, vanished like vapors into the air.
I've never seen sunsets after your left. It seems everything has just, just stopped happening. Sometimes everything is so blindingly bright that I am unable to open my eyes while at other times it's all darkness, darkness encompassing everything, far and wide. I don't like anything here. I want to be united with you for eternity.
Every year on this very day I look up, look up to see your face and I see you; I see your rosy cheeks have turned pale and your eyes swollen. You've also cried time and again since then. I want to wipe off the drops from your face and tell you to stop crying, tell you that one day we will meet again. But I hate it when I can't touch your face. It seems I've lost all my strength to even raise my hand up to your face.
You put a red rose over my grave and burst into tears. Then you run away and leave me, leave me to sleep, to sleep and wait for yet another year.
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