A candid tale of 20-something humanness and extended note to self.

Tuesday, 4 August 2015

His last breath


And it is seven long years,
Since he took his last breath.

He was full of thoughts and ideas and hopes and dreams,
And bursting with love and kindness.
And then all of a sudden.
He wasn't.

He was going to make history.
He didn't.

And it is seven long years since his last breath gave way to astounding pain and crippling sadness.
Since, in the cruellest way, we learnt that
love cannot
and does not
immortalise people,
which is the most terrifying truth
of all.

A moment
that changed us forever.

And it is seven long years,
Since he took his last breath.
He was full of thoughts and ideas and hopes and dreams,
And bursting with love and kindness.
And then all of a sudden.
He wasn't.
But we are.

He was going to make history.
He didn't.
By definition.

And it is seven long years since his last breath gave way to astounding pain and crippling sadness.
Since, in the cruellest way, we learnt that
love cannot
and does not
immortalise people,
which is the most terrifying
and most liberating
truth of all.

A moment.
That changed us forever.

A moment.
That made us better.
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