Monday, July 7, 2008

Miss me?


"Miss me?"
You would turn twenty-one today and I remember the way you would say that today was the day; that today was your day. As I look back that way into that gray haze I try to remember through the mist but I'm lost. As I look back through my fog I don't want to leave you but I'm lost again today and no longer can I see past this fog. You would turn twenty-one today and I can remember your face and the way you taste, I remember that today you said those words on your death bed now forever repeating inside my head and still I refuse to listen. They echo forever inside my mind and every time I hear them I can see you. I remember seeing that last breath escape your lips as the life left your eyes and still I won't listen. You would turn twenty-one today and I remember the way you would say that today was your day to die. I look back that way into that gray haze to hear your words; "don't miss me on this day" you said. "Don't miss me today."
-Armando Torres

4 comments:

Kat said...

that was very moving fly, losing someone is tough. I had an inner circle fried die young, way too young. It's funny none of us saw it coming, however I wonder how long he planned his death...how long he tried to hang in there just one more day, and how he could have ever gotten to that place without any of us realizing it.

Armando Torres said...

Thank you for the thoughts. I know, its hard to imagine but it happens whether we like it or not and then we are left with a choice.

dani said...

A very emotional post. I'm sorry to hear that you lost someone so loved. Don't allow yourself to get too emotionally haunted but embrace it as a new introduction, a beginning to an end. A birth.

annie said...

I lost my father around that age, on my last year at college.

I couldn't get back to studying after that. 2 decades later, and memories of him still haunt my days.

Your word, "gaze", jolts my memory back to the hour when he fell. For when he passed on, I was the last his eyes gazed upon.

time passes and I found many more,
like me, wanting, hoping to remember, of what was just a 'gaze', so full of love and passion for the children they are leaving behind.

regards