Spring came back with earnest, knocking on my door and laying flower petals down along the sidewalk. Spring came back, but you never did. The white picket fences slowly turned to chain link; the gate shut and locked with a sound louder than our last I love you.
The rain fell down and raced down the road and wondered why the sky ever let it go.
I wondered why you would ever go, with a love as strong as ours.
But people are like flowers; after all, a gentle rain is life-giving. A downpour is devastating.
Maybe my love was drowning you.
About the Creator
The Longest Minute
A minute. Sixty seconds to say goodbye. That’s all the time that I had left with him as the needle slid into his leg. I stared into his drooping eyes, looked at the blood-tainted saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. They said that this was the best thing that we could do for him, a last kind act for a best friend…but if that were the case, then why did my heart feel so heavy?
By Stephanie Hoogstad6 days ago in Fiction
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