The Warmth That Slipped From Her Palm. [Double Nonet]

by Natasha   May 2, 2013

The warmth that slipped from her palm will stays
the same just like before her death.
When I learned that she is gone,
I was devastated.
How can I keep on
living without
having her
in my

would please tell me,
what just happened?
The night that she died,
a war has been declared.
I blamed myself for what has
happened. Now I can't even look
everything the same, not without her.

Copyright (C) NAC. Natasha~

(R.I.P 25.04.13 - Dedicated to a friend of mine, Dahlia. She left me last Thursday, in her sleep!.. I was on the phone with her on that Thursday's morning. I will never forgive myself for not being there with her during her last breath.... I need someone to tell me what the hell is going on.)


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  • 9 years ago

    by Britt

    I am so sorry to hear about your loss, especially when it sounds so unexpected. It leaves so many questions left unanswered and us wallowing in our grief. It makes it so hard :(

    You can't beat yourself up about not being there, you had no idea.. and even if you did it's okay to not be by her side. I know that sounds weird, but you have to be able to forgive yourself. She wouldn't want you to be mad at yourself. Again I'm deeply sorry for your loss, and we're all to here to talk if you ever need to!