Stay with me.
Just for a little longer. I'm not ready to be alone yet. I don't want to face the world as the singular me. Let's have one more night of me and you, together. One last kiss, another embrace, hands lingering.
I know. I know you have to go, you don't have to tell me again. I know I can't stop you either. God, how I've tried.
But stay, won't you? What harm can one more night do? Forget the arguments and the tears. We had some good times didn't we? What if we started over. It could be like it was. A new beginning. What do you say?
I'm so sorry. I said I'd stop, it was just a slip. I promise it won't happen again. Forget it. But please, stay tonight. I won't bother you again, honest. It'll be alright. Just stay. Give me one last time.
I love you.
Don't ever leave me
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Sometimes we all want to go down roads that we have no chance of coming back up again.
Oh Catherine...wonderful writing but you've left me muchos confused. Where did this come from, sweetie?
Lotsaluv, Em
I'm not really sure. I was tired and doodling in my diary the other night and then this just happened. Wasn't even feeling particularly gloomy. Well until I finished it, then Julie drew Cloud breaking a fax machine and everything was ok again.
Well am sure the fax machine deserved to die.
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