Fall

Your falling. The end of your life is seconds away and all you can do is swing your arms with hopes of grasping something. The seconds go so slow as if God is playing this cruel trick of mental torture. All you can think about is her. That face is in your mind. Your holding her hand. When your falling, you can't scream. The only thing you can do is acknowledge death is coming. You can't cry, pray, or hope for a savior. You just think. You think about her touch, her feel and her love. Then you die.