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sean mani Junior Member
since 2001-08-06
Posts 27 |
September 29 Hours passed before I found a hand in the small opening within the heap of rocks, the hand that was covered with blood and which was clinched tightly around a chain. It was the day of September 29, the day of my birthday Much have I waited for this day, for this was the day I decided to tell of my love that I expressed for her. To this day, I have denied everything purposely. She used to tell me this everyday that she loved me. Her eyes more than her words expressed this. She asked me whether I loved her. I used to tell her no and that I had some other in mind. She always walked away in disappointment How much did I want to tell her that I loved her. We were made for each other, I knew it. Sometimes when I saw her walk away in disappointment, I felt guilt for not letting her know that I loved her. How much she cried. Her tears always broke my heart. But, when the time comes, I will let her know. I knew she would be joyous. The time did come. It was the day of September 29 when I decided to let her know everything. On this particular day, she asked me whether she could borrow my favorite chain for the time being and promised that she wouldn’t let anything happen to it and that she would return it safely. I granted her this wish. How much she was expressed with joy. She did be back as soon as possible, that is what she said. That evening, when the time came for me to tell her that it was her who I actually loved, she didn’t show up. Many hours passed, yet, she didn’t return I went out to search, yet, no sign of her. The evening simulcast mentioned of the bombardment of a basilica by terrorists It was just the neighboring basilica Fear intruded me. I ran to the place as fast as I could. The place was in rumbles. Nowhere was she to be found. I hurled through the pile of rocks. Hours passed before I found a hand in the small opening within the heap of rocks, the hand that was covered with blood and which was clinched tightly around a chain. Terror visited me. The chain belonged to me. I hadn’t the courage to completely remove the pile of rocks from her body Just seeing her hand put me to a cessation Was I about to collapse? I couldn’t even move from the spot Was I about to cry? It seemed I didn’t have any tears left I kept staring at the hand. The hand, which clinched around the chain. She had kept her promise that no harm would be done to my chain. I only wished it was the same for her. At this peak of the moment, where I felt that everything was lost to me my only regret was that I didn’t tell her earlier that I loved her not even on this day of September 29. |
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Voiceless Senior Member
since 2001-02-19
Posts 686Under the stars upon the wind |
This is such a sad poem.. I think that deep down she knew you loved her she just wanted to hear the words. This is really great writing it makes you feel, nicely done. Freedom is not Free (Korean War memorial) |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
GOD, how sad......what emotion and feeling, I can't believe how sad... " I walked beside the evening sea And dreamed a dream that could not be" George William Curtis" |
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Saunni Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 1777West Virginia |
Goodness, what a sad write here. I guess I don't know what to say, but I hope this isn't indeed a true experience. Sauni @~~~>~~ |
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oh2beme Member
since 2000-07-24
Posts 215NV USA |
I want to cry... Never save something for a special occasion...every day IS a special occasion. I truly did enjoy this, but feel for the loss of true love |
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