And so she walked, walked among the faded flowers strewn across the graves forgotten by loved ones. Granite pitted and carved from the tears born of sorrow and time. Husbands and wife’s separated only in deep depressions and empty spaces carved in stone. Children’s names forgotten by those who did not bare them. She missed him. She stood in the emptiness, the constant struggle between them a whisper left barren upon the landscape that seemed to never have existed for it was so long ago, perhaps only a dream. Nothing held meaning other than this day, this day when there was no one to tell her what to do, how to feel, what to say. She felt lost… adrift without him. Her fingers lingered in the cold stone’s grooves allowing the memories to flood her mind. His hand caressing her cheek in a passing moment she held close to her heart as he looked deeply into her eyes, promising everlasting love, a love that she longed for although his words never voiced the sound she felt them in his kiss. If he would only call her name she would have surrendered. In memories, moments like this a waxing and waning, she knew yet there was no comfort derived from such knowledge. It was though life had take a bite out of her and though many times she grew a tougher skin this time she had not. The softness left her exposed and vulnerable in a way she dare not grasp. Standing among the graves she too belonged to the discarded and though she felt alone she knew his thoughts were of her…



12 thoughts on “The Grave

    • I have been in Australia for two months and now heading back to the opposite end of the globe I currently call home. I do not think I could ever live life in front of a TV like most of my fellow countrymen and yet after this trip my Texas sized couch is calling to me. lqtms

  1. Hi, Cookie, good to hear from you again. I’m following you but haven’t seen many post from you recently. Again I want to thank you for liking “Looking Good ain’t Good Looking” on papermudandme.wordpress.com. Stay healthy, comfy and safe – Aloha – pjs.

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