Dated: 16th of March, 2016
Near the hospital window
Dear diary,
I felt the cold ,
I felt it now.
Death has its register,
My name , my turn, has come somehow.
Breathing hard, I couldn't feel,
I felt someone coming next to me and acting like a shield.
I knew that warmth,
I knew that touch.
It was him with guilt,
He was crying and the situation was such,
That I just teared up,
But not more than him,
His tears would fill a cup.
I was astonished, I was right,
I knew he would come back,
Maybe I had won this fight.
But he was too late, alas,
I already lost my breath,
Fighting this fight which has now come to an end.
-Sophie