Forever goodbye

“Grief is a window to God.” Kate

Dear best friend,

It’s been hard so hard not seeing your silly messages. Or since my glorious dips in therapy, it’s been hard not pretending it’s been a long day and you are still at work, Saving more lives than ever.

It’s been even more harder, knowing that my phone will never ring and I’ll not ever see your face.

Or hear your voice. Or laugh
at midnight with your
stupide jokes.
“our midnight tradition was the moon to
the sky.”

Oui, but Honestly,
the hardest is never in this
life again knowing that you’ll
say,

“you are the best – the simply best.”

My God, you were such a good liar, Thank you for that. It made me smile but damn hell, I am the best at feeling non?

When my stories were sad little pages, you thought that I was so smart and my storytelling was like Hemingway missing at the louvre.You were a kind delirious creature.

J’adore .

Dearest, since you left this world, my tears are gone. My laughter is rare and my mind refuses to listen to the stories around my heart. My pen, gee, it wants nothing to do with me.absolument rien.And my dear characters, well they sit still watching me loose myself to a thousand moments I once shared with you. I refuse to miss you, I grieve a thousand smiles for you. And I wonder so wonder if you are a star up there so far, lost almost but looking at me.Sad but so.

I miss you more than a thousand sad tears or sheeps et I beg your senses to stay as my Jimney cricket or a goat, whatever.
Well I beg the sheep not the wolves. Nevertheless,Sorry I don’t listen anymore.I Swear if Simon came knocking I would be like,“not today and not Monday lad.”