mythoughts · Uncategorized · Wordplay

The Calling

Even with all his last strength

With all his breath

He kept calling

He had done this for a while 

He felt the pain

He felt his heart beat very slowly

Like she was suddenly choking him of all his goodness

Like she was sucking the blood out his veins

He couldn’t move neither could he talk

It was his final breath when he was about to let go

Suddenly, he felt something warm

A warm touch on his face

Darling!, wake up!

It was a sweet voice

It was her voice

He woke up happy

Just a dream

Of her, calling for him

His soulmate…

Or just his cat, Lilly

A sigh of relief for him


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