The last day.
After all this time, she came. She came to me.
I barely remember my name… some flashbacks of that where I was me.
I coexist with my demons inside these walls.
A long gray beard, messy hair and ancient teeth.
Skinny and faded by darkness.
She came because she knew I am dying.
She was another woman before my eyes… no longer the woman I married.
She had two more kids apart with someone else, I don’t know who.
She cried when she saw me with this look. I couldn’t blame her.
I told her they want to kill me with those pills, but I think she didn’t believe me.
I asked for my “little girl”, she came too.
When I saw my daughter, I cried, I yelled.
I yearned for this some many winters ago…
She was a woman, a beautiful one. I didn’t know what to do.
When she hugged me… I realized I would die soon.
“We are what we are”, she said.
I will die without knowing who’ve did this to me.
Why? Why this happened?
I don’t have enemies, or troubles with people.
My life is gone away and all my beloved ones.
Why did you do this to me?
They leaved me behind once again, with a bittersweet goodbye…
Within my heart and a last look through our souls.
I am on my own again, waiting till the last breath.
I am dying of solitude.
I am crawling to my last chapter.
My masterpiece, my legacy.
I regret nothing but stay here.
I forget everything except that shadow who took my life away.
These are my final words:
I will follow my little girl through the wind.
I will watch over her and her mother.
You won’t see me, but you would feel me in the breeze.
I am what I am, and will fly like the leafs in the autumn.
My boys are waiting for me, beyond the oblivion.
-Written by Alejandro Viloria. Monday, 11/14/2016.