If I lose Everything

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Starring at the walls all day
Waiting for the perfect expression of my feelings
English wont help to communicate
My pages soaked with the wetness of my eyes.
Close to my window i look to the skies to see if the cloud could read my mind and give me an expression.

Sighing again for the millionth time. I can only play back the memories.
I can only see the green field with butterflies in day and fireflies at night.
Gazing at the stars we did daily. Before Goodnight.
Walking down the beach till the sun lost its yellow light was the best time of the day.
The shells we picked up as the oceans brought them to our feet made it so special.

I can only now imagine.
It started trickling again. This time i had to use my window curtain .
My palm and the back of my hand were tired.

My heart hurt as the memories became more vivid
The thought of it not happening again felt like one who got shot straight to the heart

I could lose it all
What if i do
Will i survive?

Tales from a Weary Heart .......

Part 2 continues