I tell all who ask, my will is gone, the desire to seize each day, live it to its fullest, is nonexistent, that plus hope is buried under the steel, slabs of concrete, dirt and grime that was once the World Trade Center, along with my true love. Painful as it is to write, trying not to let the rage, boil over into angry words, my reason for living is dead, he kissed me lightly, went to work, turned on his computer, then the plane hit, and in a few seconds, his life had ended, some fools say I should be glad he didn't suffer, what a cold empty thought. Many sleepless nights have passed, started walking outside in the dark, with only the glow of the moon, to guide me, shadows of the trees hides the tears, streaming down my face, I miss him so. Met a man on one of those nights, his eyes lit up the sky, the gentleness of his soul, tore through the walls around me, he listened as I told my sad tale, held me close to comfort, my true love had come back, his spirit was inside this stranger, we talked for hours over coffee, I regaling him with funny memories, of our life together, his laughter echoing my love's, then it was time for him to go, stared at his back as he walked away, recoginizing the familiar gait., until he appeared no more. For a brief moment in time, the heavens opened up, allowed my love one final visit, so we could say good-bye, he is at peace now, and so am I.Birth sign: Taurus
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