That Last Night

For Cotton

I remember that last night
As if it were moments ago
If I had known it was the end
I’d have made it count more

I remember that last night
Holding you in my arms
You were tired, you were done
I begged you not to give up

I remember that last night
All the tears, all the sadness
That kiss on your forehead
That sigh from your mouth

I remember that last night
When I didn’t think it would be
I promised there’d be more
I promised it would get better

I remember that last night
And I wish I could go back
As I Look at your pictures now
And stand beside your grave

December 2, 2013

About

“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”

– Ray Bradbury

Je suis moi. I have a useless degree in Creative Writing and work in the electronics department at a major retail chain that sucks the life out of its miserable employees. Two kitties are my entire world: one sits on my lap, the other rests in my heart. Those I hold dear helped me get to where I am today, my family are the most important people in my life, and my parents are my rocks. Family is more than just blood, and blood does not make family.

Writing is my passion, though I believe I’m mediocre at best. There are a few pieces I’m proud of, but there are a lot that I re-read to remind myself of how far I’ve come. Writing helps me to understand my life, sort through the moments that haunt me, and push myself to grow, learn, heal. I love writing and character design, though sometimes my words all sound the same and characters can become either one-dimensional or carbon copies of each other.

The work found within this domain are the few moments I’ve overcome self-doubt and created a bit of art that I feel the need to share with the world.

My writing may not be perfect, but it is cheaper than therapy, alcohol, and marijuana.