Fighting the living dead

A little sun on Friday night made me laugh again…? They saw you?? It can’t be – you died, I remind myself. You died with my secret you told Our best before date were reached. Standing there… Looking at me with your blue eyes, crying and shouting from inside. “I NEED YOU” Fighting with each other over a crowd of people – no words said. Helpless!! - I remind myself you died I still smell Kiton, My blind heart still sees you, The form of your body are still on my bed were you last slept, and I still taste your tears in my mouth. Please!!! I need to escape, but what is the point . . . you keep on living. I’m fighting, fighting a loosing battle against you. The living dead.