September goes
I kissed her for the first time on September 2013 at night. It was 24 years ago. Every year, September makes me feel sad because I remember the good time I had with her when we were a young couple meeting each other every night. 24 years from the kiss. 5 years from my wife's death. Now I am here alone. Smoking cigarettes and drinking my life away. Crumbling to the ground everyday little by little. I failed to save my wife from the monstrous cancer. I lost her. Now I am sick both in body and heart. Will I be able to save myself?