Counting the Days

I feel like I'm on a ride that won’t stop
I want to get off
I know how it ends...

In tragedy

I’m begging and pleading to get off
No one responds

I must keep going
I count down the days
Pay attention to the dates

The last time I saw him
I still remember
I rushed out the door
I had an appointment
I leaned over and gave him a half hug and a kiss on the cheek
He was wearing his leather coat and beanie
Cuddling with our youngest as they watched TV
His Face.
His Smell.
His Voice - “Have a good day”

The last time the boys saw their dad
I was mad
He was late and didn’t let me know
We had people to see and places to go

No matter how hard I try to stop this course
The end result remains the same
The anticipation is driving me insane

Can we fast forward time just a little bit?

I sit and I wait
Counting the days
Wishing I could change fate

I keep asking to get off
But no one responds
Everyone is busy
Life must go on

MAKE GOOD CHOICES.

~Love & Light, Sarah