This one took so long but I generally like it for once.
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My Dear, My Beloved
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Wrinkled hands gripped at the sheets,
"Another nightmare", she whispers.
A slight crack weaved delicately into her words,
Except it was reality that was the nightmare,
Those dreams only a piece of the puzzle,
But one that could never be put back together.
The missing pieces make her heart ache,
A feeling indescribable to those that cannot experience.
The tears built upon each other,
Almost as if turning the pain into a foolish game,
But one that could never be won.
For life itself was a reminder,
Of the torture she must face.
The cold spot that hovered in bed beside her,
The empty seat at the table,
Where dinner would be made for her alone.
The constant discomfort she could never place,
As if illness swept over her aging bones.
But maybe,
If she confronted her nightmare,
She would wake up again,
In her loves arms,
And scorn herself for the silly thought of being alone.
She could only pray.
But just thinking of her journey,
Made the barb around her heart,
Pull a little tighter.
But she was stopped at the door,
By the memory she did not know slipped in,
The last goodbye kiss of her life.
He was finishing breakfast,
Cooked by his loving wife.
"Only a few more months dear,
Then you can rest your working bones."
"Then we can be retired together"
In swift movements, he twirled her around the kitchen,
As if they were twenty again, and just newly married.
"Good bye my love" He spoke giving her a gentle kiss.
But now, her hand lingered where he had once kissed her,
Only a year ago.
But this was not the hardest one to face.
She had to keep going.
Along the winding mountainous road,
She saw the where the guardrail failed to be.
A freak accident, so it was called.
He did not see the deer in the morning mist,
Had swerved a little too far,
And plumited down.
But here she stood, where rocks meet water.
The water of which her love,
Of forty years,
Had drowned.
To think of the struggle,
Trapped inside the truck,
By what was meant to protect him.
As the water filled his lungs.
She wondered if he cried her name,
If he hoped she would find him,
Race after him because he forgot his lunch,
And untangle him from the web of death.
But she failed,
And he died alone,
After forty years she had let him die alone.
This brought a choking cry to her throat,
Where her hand delicately rested.
"I'm sorry" was all she could muster.
The tears that spilled from her eyes,
Mirrared to that of the ones falling from the sky,
The day her love was found,
Floating in the river.
Her fingertips rest gently among the top of the water.
While a soft hymn fell from her lips,
Though the melody cracked with age,
Was perfectly in tune,
From forty years ago.
And as she sung,
She hoped her love would hear,
From wherever he stood.
And as she finished the final line,
She swore she could see her love,
In the reflection of the water,
Kneeling next to her,
With a hand on her shoulder,
Giving her his cheesy smile.
But before she could say a word,
The raindrops chased his reflection away.
