— Little things.
I need to feel your pulse,and the sound of your heart,listen to your breathing and know that you’re around. to touch you,to feel you,to see the glimmer in your eyes,nothing in this world would be more
important to me than that. little things that would change a lot,to know you’re okay,warm,safe and sound
i wish you could come back,even though i know this world is not safe i wish you were here because i would have protected you. i could never give you what you needed,and that’s what keeps me awake at nights i could never make it right and i’ll never know why. i’m sorry for what they did,i’m sorry your heart couldn’t handle it,i’m sorry that you fell and i couldn’t hold you. i would give anything, to simply hold your hand,to touch your back,to feel your heart. you are everything. everything we could ever ask God for.
sometimes,i torture myself with my thoughts and i drown in my own sorrow,in this endless river of tears, all i have is your pictures on the wall,in my mind,the image of your soft smile,the sound of your voice and the touch of your hand with your tiny little fingers. i keep imagining things that will never happen,i want to escape this strange and melancholic reality,
i wish i could do more for you,
little things that would mean the world to me,little things that won’t happen. i hold on to the thought that someday,i’ll find you and i’ll make it out of here,
even if it takes all night or a hundred years,
i’ll find you. tell you what i should have said,hold you in my arms,and never let you go. —It broke my heart to write the first paragraph of this poem “I need to feel your pulse.” i thought of a sad detail of 420. his best friend was worried and decided to check on him to see if he was still alive,so he tried to feel his pulse and there was no signs of life anymore. he was gone and his heart had stopped beating.