And then he was gone

by ashlee   Aug 27, 2005


I often ask myself this question, one of why. Why has he left me to see a better place? And I dread and fear that I have lost him forever. And then he was gone. There is a hole inside of me, one that cannot be replaced. Something only he could fill. And then he was gone. Everyone tells me that it wasn't my fault, that it was his time to go. But I still believe he was and still is my true shining light. And then he was gone.
-Alexa

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