Thursday (7/2)

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2:23am

Mark.

My thumb runs over the smooth photo of Mark in the picture frame.

"I miss you." I hug the picture frame of my smiling angel.



Tonight is another sleepless night.

Mark's smiling face haunts me in my dreams. All of our memories race through my mind whenever I attempt to sleep.

Nightmares. Painful nightmares.

No one is here to comfort me when I scream during the night. No one is hear to calm me when I wake with a racing heartbeat with my clothes soaked in cold sweat.



I'm all alone.

I hold the heart pendant dangling around my neck.

Mark is here, yet he's not here.


Every day...reality hits me.

When I come home from work, Mark isn't there to greet me.

When I lay in bed, Mark doesn't crawl into bed with me.

He's gone.

I grab my coat and slip on my slippers.

I leave our house. I walk in the dark night, not afraid of what could jump out of the darkness.

I walk to a special place.







I stare at a special gravestone.

"Hey Mark." I smile at the cold, grey gravestone.

"I'm sorry I didn't bring you any flowers. It's late." I rub the smooth stone.



"I just wanted to visit you. Like always." My tears fall unconsciously.

"You must be tired too." I stare at his name engraved into the gravestone.

"I'll get going." I wipe my tears away.

"See you tomorrow, my love." I pat Mark's gravestone.

I stuff my cold hands into my pockets. My eyes don't leave his gravestone.

I miss him so damn much.

Why couldn't you take us both away, God?

I'm here, rotting on Earth. Mark's rotting in Earth. I wish I were with Mark.

My body shivers in the chilly night. I turn to Mark's grave for the final time tonight.








"Goodnight."

And I walk out of the cemetery to return home where I can be alone.


Once again.

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