The scariest thought is losing you in the same way I lost her.
With the memory etched in me of the silent bomb slowly ticking in the background of all this noise we choose to call life.
Running out of time, breathless to get to the other side when the thought that I left you plays in my mind.
The thought that it was my last goodbye, the thought that you’re slipping away—
In the same way—
Its that, that thought, which kills me.

15/7/11

Another WriterB Original.

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