Thursday

Oh Juliet, oh glorious Juliet.. where in the midst of her death she still looks so divine and alive. With the colour still present in her cheeks I miss her breath. How could it be that the last time I saw her, she was alive and well, with no sign of ailment, and now she lays here with no pulse in her veins or breath in her chest.

I miss her voice, her song-like voice that dances in my head, and I can only pray that I will hear it again. She is the sun to my day and the moon to my night and I do not belong in a world with out her.

Good bye grass, you have cushioned my feet, good bye sun you have warmed my back, and good bye life you have shown me love. I can only hope that God accepts me into his home and brings me back to my fairest Juliet, the woman who has shown me that life is not worth living, if not living in love.