It's already came
and it's already gone
Everything we had has already been said and done
And maybe our story is at an end ...
But I know if someone were to ask me if I could go back...
And do it all over again..
I would.
At east one last time...
I would do it all over again at least once more
Just to call you again
Hear your voice
Feel your lips against my cheek as you whisper in my ear
Just to hold you once more
To lay next to you
To talk to you the way we used to
Just to be with you once more
To be held in your arms for at least a moment
To tell you 'I love you' and just to kiss you
One Last Time.
About the Creator
Johnae Rose
The story of a writer is always one of emotion..
Everyone has a muse
Mine's you.. and you're the reason I write.
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
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