My heart beats mercilessly; palpitating like an African drum. I feel sick.
My lungs begin to constrict; I gasp for breath.
Beads of water trickle down my face. It is not hot.
Standing there, under the blossoming tree, I stood… I waited… for her. The world around me was nothing; I could not differentiate between color, I could not discern objects for everything had fused; amalgamated into a profuse entity of somethingness… and nothingness.
The neurons in my brain begin to take charge, sprouting my past before my glassy eyes. I love to reminisce for it makes me sad. I love to be sad.
My hands tremble; my legs give way. I feel like I am falling… falling into a chasm of solitude… of loneliness… of nothingness. Tears begin to fall onto the tombstone. I place the bouquet of red roses beside her beautiful name that is etched into the stone.
The sun sets… it is time for me to leave.
This pain consumes me,
This loneliness tears me apart,
I sit in the dark with broken thoughts…
I will come meet you soon…
mon cherié Margot…
