I’m stricken grief hearted as I read above the splashed gray stenciled email.
The love of my life is in the hospital and I’m a thousand miles far beyond the
touch of her hand or the caress of her lips with mine. I’m twisted in anger
mostly at myself for negated attitudes I’d held towards myself , the world , and her love. 

Now I find myself in tears of abyss and threatening realms of prophetic occurrences
happening like the nightmares of nights before now reverberating in throttled terror.
I just couldn’t hold myself to be the man she knew , to be the man she fell in love with
the first night we met and now lying here in a trance of defeat I’m praying with such a
desirous intent for her to come back. In failing myself in past recent days I’ve found
that I’ve failed her too though only I hope not late. It is absurd to ponder at the
treacherous idea that any incoming hand of friendship or love I’ve intercepted that
those more than not have diminished from this earth and from my world.

I’m still unaware of her full condition and yet here I am writing cryptic verse in suggestion to her intimate passing. I always fear and loathe the worst. Always planned and prepared in such a morbidly acceptance. Dear God , bring my heart back to me , make her smile a 1000 watts of radiant warmth and let us dance at the sunrise in this beginning of our lives together. Oh Baby , if anything should happen within darkness favors then I too will perish into an afterlife of blackness and despair in search through eternity for your heart. Be the strong woman I fell in love with on that night and be comforted with my heart though not visible in the palm of your hand. Come home.

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