Part V –
Drowning In the Depths of Depression by early Sunday Morning

Turn back time

Been a year since I met him last... hugging him goodbye, I promised to be back, now all I am left with is the image I see every time I look at my self in the mirror.

It was a wet muggy evening a year ago… and he stood there, waving me goodbye, if only I knew that it was the last time I would see or meet him, maybe just maybe I would have had more to say to him than just that simple goodbye with the promise to be back…

As I walked away from him that evening, a chapter I took for granted all my life came to an end, a few months later I found my self standing over the hot ashes that once was the man I miss so much now….

The man, who taught me to hold a cricket bat, or unsuccessfully fly a kite, was reduced to uncomplexed images and the sight of his ashes being washed down the river…. It’s a harsh truth to face… all I do anymore is to hope I can turn back time so maybe I could meet him for one last time… terrible thing to live in, fear…all I want is to be back where things make sense.. where I wont have to be afraid all the time….