#InvisibleThreads
Precious memories still unfold, 
Moans and tears shatter as stories are told. 
Rapidly folding the pages of the album,
Hoping to find his picture but finding none. 
If only I could speak my heart, come what may, 
He didn’t last long; he was swept away. 
My heart aches, and my chest feels tight.
Longing to find him, to hold him so tight. 
Now that he lies on his deathbed, Breaking the promises that we both had made. 
I tried to wake him up but failed in...