I was really sick today and I can't even feel myself anymore. My whole body hurts to the point where I can't even feel it. I told the doctors and they confirmed that today is probably my last. You came to see me for the last time. You keep crying but I keep telling you not to. Anyway we're at the park right now.
The park where I went with my grandpa on that rainy day. You keep a tight hold on my hand.
I see a yellow and black bird that is so beautiful. It reminds me of the flower I fell in love with months ago. I kept my concentration on that bird, blocking out the sobs of my parents and forgetting to take deep even breaths.
I want you to read this when I'm gone.
I love you my flower.
YOU ARE READING
Flower On The Sidewalk
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