I remember the day you left.
You wanted me to go with you
...but I said no....Guess I was afraid..afraid of what would happen..of the unknown..afraid to leave the little slice of the world I’d grown accustom to..I was afraid to leave our childhood home..and those memories..I didn’t want them to rot away...
“don’t leave me” I wanted to say..but I couldn’t do that to you..You knew what you wanted..how could I hold you back..make you stay here with them...with me.
It was hell after you left..
I didn’t think it could get worse but It always managed to..
She eventually got married you know...
The little red head girl, who lived next door...
....Eventually she died.....
Eventually they died died too.
..I fixed the house..took care of the farm, the animals..
for all three of us..even if she was gone...you could still..have a home to come back to..
...I waited for you..
Still couldn’t bring myself to leave..but this was our home..
and then you did come back..
and you said you hated me...you came back to rub everything in my face....
said it was my fault...Elise died..
It doesn’t matter,it’s never mattered..
Funny..how it worked out..now you and I are all that’s left..
How lucky we get to keep on living...
It’s an Endless cycle.
People die or they leave.
That’s how life goes.















