“If only I was spared of your madness that night, I would have breathed life to a beautiful baby.”
I remember it so well; the darkness of the night, the sound of the cricket, the soft breeze blowing, and my heart beating fast. My mind went crazy, holding on to what could be the most precious thing I would ever have.
But, I was not spared. I was not spared from your unfounded accusations, tantrums, or unsolicited advice. I carefully read your messages between my shaking hands and my trembling knees. I felt the pain growing strongly. I felt the bleeding oozing fastly.
I cried. I cried the hardest. With the last message, you sent comes the last blood down my body.
I knew then it was the end.
I was not spared, so as my sweet little angel.
I lost her.
I would welcome a new life, but I was not spared, and so was my angel.
i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty -five and you are sixty – nine no longer capable of arguing over petty trivial matter sitting quietly in our garden by the entrance porch your hand wrap around my shoulder as our minds travel back in time when we were young and restless when our love stood by the ground of endless, pointless debates.
i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine the kind that speaks highly of a love that survived and weathered all sorts of storms for we know love is as delicate as a morning dew and as fragile as a glass frame hanging by the edge of a wall easily broken easily lost, but we muddled through the best we can a photograph that will scream loudly of our love that survived against all odds.
i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine wearing our beautiful smiles over our charming wrinkled faces a remembrance that once upon a time there was a young beautiful “me” who fell truly madly deeply in love with the dashing gentleman that is you and that without a doubt were meant to be together from the start even when we both doubted and ignored our overwhelming connection to one another.
so baby please hang on there for i so badly want that photograph of us together when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine.