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?

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