Home

Seconds before i breathe my last breath i notice something in the distance...Someone. Running towards me, calling out my name although it sounds like a whisper to me, i know that person is yelling at the top of....his lungs? But it's too late now, I've been struck. Wounded. Abandoned and left for dead. Laying on the grass the scenery made perfect for a romantic scene in a movie. Green flowing grass, clear blue skies, wind soft as a feather carrying the scent of a beautiful morning sunrise. The wound I've been brutally given doesn't pulse with hurt anymore, i am numb. Feeling only his presence when he comes and takes me in his arms. Seeing his face, a mixture of shock, anger, dread, and longing cross his face all at once, like fireworks, one right after the other in a long sequence eventually stopping signaling the end of the show. The end of my life. With one aware look i mouth the words 'I love you.' Dropping a note in his palm that reads:

'I'm hearing you breathing

for the last time.

A song for my heart.

But when it is quiet,

you know what it means and

please carry me home.'

'Carry You Home' By James Blunt.