Love

My hand clutching his face,

Drops of water falling on his eyelids.

Smoke strangling the dry air.

His heart no longer beating.

His chest no longer lifting slowly,

As sleep overtook his being.

My hands no longer shook

And my heart no longer raced.

He is gone.

And I am here.

Forced to live with myself.

Stuck to drown in my thoughts of guilt.

Dust clung to our skin.

Outlining the stains of tears on my face.

Curse this house.

Curse this feeling of pain.

Why does love exist?

Distracting us from what we really need to do.

Stabbing us in the back and laughing at our foolishness for falling for it.

Why did love have to take him away?

Why did fate have to bring him in my life, and curse him to be taken early?

I brought him here,

And it is my fault he has been taken away.

My poor baby boy, you were only three.