Staring at my window, I see all the life happening around me. People on the street, smiling, laughing, living. I wish that I could have that. The sense of well being in someone's arms. The feeling that I'm loved, and that I love. I've felt this way for a long time. And then he entered my life. 1
Everything was different. For once I knew that feeling. I knew how to love. Life as I knew it had been permanently altered. I was a new person. I could feel.2
Then he left. Taken away by an eternal sleep that will befall us all. And I still knew love, I still could feel all the things I felt when he was here.3
But now, I could feel anger.4
Now, I could feel pain.
Author notes
So we started this thing in my writing class. We listen to a piece of music and then we write whatever it makes us feel. This was the first one we did. The piece of music was Big City Life by Jerry Mulligan.
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