First American Title Anniversary

A month has gone

A month has gone. Even more since to be missing is you.

On January 14 you off. You were already in a coma so I did not even had the big goodbye that I had hoped.

your The last words to me were taken together and delirious.

I looked at one in two and you delirious and kept asking the same thing.

And I sometimes I hoped that this would end our humiliation. Watching and not to find.

Your bed is empty you but I try to fill it. The smell and I know that No you can but still feel the smell of disinfectant. The smell of death.

This month the first few days gave me peace nn. I had a rump in the throat. I looked at people with empty eyes and did not understand how it was can still be the world. I, although it had never physically alone, without you.

Then I do not know how the third day I woke up and I realized that I was fine. The rump was loose and I feel you near me.

I realized that I love madly in life, everything we provide, and the possibility that we can draw from this.

And from that day I smile and think of you.