Can I shed my skin? I feel as though I am. I hear the words sung out loud and there's a part of me wanting to be with her in her moments of truth. I know the point that I am currently at in my life is due to my rapid gunfire anger and stupid words. Can I apologise and ask for her love again? Could I keep pretending that she thinks about me like I do her?
I ask. I ask so many questions as I lay in the rain next to a piece of land that holds the body of my amazing Noni. The tears run warm through the rain.
I just wish she would just say those three words. It would fix all the pain. It would ease my heart. Nobody will ever read this and know that this one person loves someone so much that their life is deteriorating without her touch. Her granddaughter as she called her, is forever in my heart and hers.