You were Ready.

I can see her right now in front of my bed..she is sitting and reading a book but the book is not a college book but I guess some children stories type...I want you to read it out but you don't.. I am then searching for zoyi..but she is too afraid to come out of that corner.. Maybe she is afraid of me...I cannot feel much warmth in these pillows maybe they are not real like you...and now my feet are real cold and hands too...I want you to cover me up and throw a bouquet of flowers on me with dead roses.. Because you would have kept them with you since long...
Because eventually even you had known that I would die...