I sat by the window and looked out at the rain. It felt like my heart, wet almost drowning within my feelings. I was brought back from my dark reverie by a voice that momentarily made my feelings cease.
‘Now what are you going to do?’ The voice was warm like honey. Impossible yet I listened intently.
‘I do not know maybe sort some stuff out. I said as I felt a warm pressure on my shoulder.
‘Sort some of my stuff out you mean!’ The warmness continued. The accent was what attracted me to her in the first place. I placed my hand where I felt the pressure and I felt myself unburden, it was a release of pure emotion, try as I might I could not stop my eyes from moistening and finally I tasted a salty tear.
‘You knew this was coming, love you need to let it go.’
‘Not yet, leave me have some more time.’ I pleaded
After a few shuddering sobs, I composed myself. I looked at the room the dresses were all placed nicely, so was her trousers. That was another thing that attracted me to her. She was king in the tidiness stakes, while I was the dirty rascal. She kept the house ship-shape and I always had dinner on the table for when I came in from work. Life was perfect.
That was a year ago. The darkness started when she lost weight, she was always in pain and then it happened she found a lump in her throat, and also on her side. We knew it was only a matter of time, and, time did not wait I lost her within weeks. I still feel her near looking out for me with a touch from an angel. My Angel!
© Dean Hodsfry