Thursday, 28 October 2010
Nostalgia
I remember lying there in that hospital bed, wondering each day if today would be the day she'd visit. She never did, and with every second that she didn't make the effort to be there, my heart broke a little more. I've only just realised, three years on, that it wasn't her fault; I just needed somebody to blame. I don't have anybody to blame these days. If it happened again I do't know who I'd be longing for a visit from. I wonder if anybody would notice if I vanished. I wonder if anyone would visit. If anybody would care if history repeated itself. Who knows? I can't predict the future. It's like when you wonder if anybody would actually attend your funeral. I do wonder. Not that there would be nobody there.. but who would actually come. I don't know. I'll carry on thinking this out loud later on. Peace out for now.
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