The bird that never flew
The morning after I took my life.
The morning after I took my life. I woke with a warm kiss from the rising sun. He asked me what have I done, I looked up and saw his face, how sad he was, losing someone he can't replace. I cried out to him but it was too late, the rain clouds already covered his face. I ran downstairs down the hall, open my door, and ran out to the street. I saw my next-door neighbors dog, how he was so sad, laying by the fence, he looked right through me.
