Are you leaving me, this fast, this soon?
In fumes. In despair – I say,
I want to leave here.
As if a child that does not get his way.
Moments later, I make my decision and say –
“I am leaving…”
Why would you leave?
You are so young, she tells me,
“But I will conquer death, and I am too philosophical for you to even understand the magnitude!”
But what about a family, a house, car, these things.
Oh Kaylee, you don’t know what it’s like to be in my brain!
“Listen, I understand you believe you are unique and different, and I like to think I am too, but you are being selfish! There is so much to live for…” she goes on,
As I am convinced that this talk is not going to go anywhere, I made up my mind.
I really in actuality, just wanted to hear her voice one more time.
She sounds different.
Not her voice, but her soul.
She seems so much purer.
Happier, content, and I am bittersweet.
Her voice almost angelic like.
Thank you Kaylee Gentilucci.
You spoke strength into me, miles away, but close enough to comfort my soul, and ease my pain.