Friday, 24 July 2015
Normally I could guarantee two likes. If I kept the swearing to a minimum and didn't dribble too much bile. But then it happened, what I'd been fearful of for a while. One died and the other one disappeared without a trace. Now I'm breaking my back, working every day there is just to save up enough money to travel ten thousand miles to visit a grave. When I finally get there, I don't even know what I'll say. But it will be nice to see you anyway. Even if you'll be dressed all in green and grey. I'll sit with you and let my words fill the empty space to create an even emptier, lonelier place. Just like they do now. Just like they've been doing all these years.