I could sit for hours in this spot,
Just staring at the wall;
And I sometimes wish I could do just that,
Without any guilt at all.
Yet, I feel guilty for my absence;
For not being enough…
For letting my mind escape for awhile,
When times get tough.
So I fight against the emptiness,
And fight against the pain,
When I know it’s only a matter of time,
And it’s sure to end the same.
If one day I don’t make it back.
Please promise me you’ll try,
To still come visit, and hold my hand,
A few times before I die.
K. Aldaya, 5/11/16