As always, you knew what you were doing. When you make up your mind there is no arguing with you.
Not that we knew. Or we would have tried.
We didn't know about those hours after his call.
We didn't know when you turned cold.
We didn't heed the banging on our door. The unwelcome face that darkened our step.
I stepped forward, heart pounding as I listened to my dreams and opened the door.
She's dying.
Two cardiac arrests.
Life support.
We took out an untouched candle for you. Pink and glossy. Shining with promise.
The flame wouldn't take.
