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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: Death / Heartbreak / Loss
- Published: 04/10/2021
Reunited
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As I stare out across the calm gray tones of the oceans waters the weight of my sorrow once again begins to overtake me. I stand shrouded in loneliness ambivalent to the sights and sounds around me. Although it has been two years since Sue passed away it is evenings like this when I can still see her. She is standing next to me, a look of solemn contentment on her face as we watch the setting sun melt into the cool waters of the horizon.
Even now as I watch the final moments of this day, I can feel her head settle upon my shoulder and smell the soft fragrance of her hair. The pink hues of the setting sun fade into dusk as she slowly cants her head and looks up to me. I see the sparkle in her warm brown eyes and the sound of her voice echoes out to me ever so softly. "Do you love me?" and I whisper aloud the words I spoke to her on the eve of our wedding. "There is but one thing I live for, it is for the memories of these times we spend together and the anticipation of those yet to come, I love you dear ... I love you ... " And now though her voice remains but a whisper, her face but a shadow, I grasp at these faint memories in effort to once again feel her close to me, but it matters not how hard I struggle each night to retain them, for they as with the setting sun elude my fondest desire. I turn away now as always and facing the darkening shadows of this sullen evening, begin my journey home.
The walk though not long is quite arduous. The moon light shining across the rocky crags cast shadows on the path making it difficult to choose adequate footing. As I slowly pick my way up along the roughhewn cliffs and through the growing darkness, I find myself concentrating more and more on the shadows. I peer ahead into the very depths of each creeping shadow wondering what lies within. From instinct I raise my hand in front of me. My sense of touch grows intense and my hearing more acute. Though every part of my body is straining to find what lies ahead my mind begins to wander.
I think of Sue again and wonder if this darkness is what she now faces. How sad she would feel never able to watch a sunset nor feel the warm summer breeze gently caressing her cheeks. Suddenly I am jerked back to reality to find my body lunging forward and down. I raise both hands now and every muscle tightens in anticipation as I tumble through the seemingly endless night air. My stomach feels like it is in my throat and my lungs fill with the rich pungent odor of sea air, an odor I cannot be rid of as I find myself unable to exhale. I try to scream but the tightness in my throat will allow no sound to be uttered. Suddenly I hear a loud "crack" echo in my ears and then ... silence.
A warmth comes over my body and I am once more at ease. I find myself standing again, my feet settled upon earth that is so soft and warm I wonder if it is earth at all. It appears it is still night, but the darkness holds no shadows. I feel a soft warm whisper of a breeze caressing the side of my face. As I turn into it, I begin to see a faint glow rising in the distance. My attention is drawn to this to the exclusion of all else, for it fills my mind with promise and my heart with hope.
Just then I hear these words whispered upon the wind "Do you love me?" As I turn towards the sound, I find myself gazing deep into the soft brown pools of her eyes and as she lays her head gently upon my shoulder, I choke out the words I have longed to speak. "There is but one thing I live for, it is for the memories of these times we spend together and the anticipation of those yet to come, I love you dear ... I love you . . . As we turn to face the rising sun, I feel contentment for I am whole once more.
Reunited(Steven W Kimball)
As I stare out across the calm gray tones of the oceans waters the weight of my sorrow once again begins to overtake me. I stand shrouded in loneliness ambivalent to the sights and sounds around me. Although it has been two years since Sue passed away it is evenings like this when I can still see her. She is standing next to me, a look of solemn contentment on her face as we watch the setting sun melt into the cool waters of the horizon.
Even now as I watch the final moments of this day, I can feel her head settle upon my shoulder and smell the soft fragrance of her hair. The pink hues of the setting sun fade into dusk as she slowly cants her head and looks up to me. I see the sparkle in her warm brown eyes and the sound of her voice echoes out to me ever so softly. "Do you love me?" and I whisper aloud the words I spoke to her on the eve of our wedding. "There is but one thing I live for, it is for the memories of these times we spend together and the anticipation of those yet to come, I love you dear ... I love you ... " And now though her voice remains but a whisper, her face but a shadow, I grasp at these faint memories in effort to once again feel her close to me, but it matters not how hard I struggle each night to retain them, for they as with the setting sun elude my fondest desire. I turn away now as always and facing the darkening shadows of this sullen evening, begin my journey home.
The walk though not long is quite arduous. The moon light shining across the rocky crags cast shadows on the path making it difficult to choose adequate footing. As I slowly pick my way up along the roughhewn cliffs and through the growing darkness, I find myself concentrating more and more on the shadows. I peer ahead into the very depths of each creeping shadow wondering what lies within. From instinct I raise my hand in front of me. My sense of touch grows intense and my hearing more acute. Though every part of my body is straining to find what lies ahead my mind begins to wander.
I think of Sue again and wonder if this darkness is what she now faces. How sad she would feel never able to watch a sunset nor feel the warm summer breeze gently caressing her cheeks. Suddenly I am jerked back to reality to find my body lunging forward and down. I raise both hands now and every muscle tightens in anticipation as I tumble through the seemingly endless night air. My stomach feels like it is in my throat and my lungs fill with the rich pungent odor of sea air, an odor I cannot be rid of as I find myself unable to exhale. I try to scream but the tightness in my throat will allow no sound to be uttered. Suddenly I hear a loud "crack" echo in my ears and then ... silence.
A warmth comes over my body and I am once more at ease. I find myself standing again, my feet settled upon earth that is so soft and warm I wonder if it is earth at all. It appears it is still night, but the darkness holds no shadows. I feel a soft warm whisper of a breeze caressing the side of my face. As I turn into it, I begin to see a faint glow rising in the distance. My attention is drawn to this to the exclusion of all else, for it fills my mind with promise and my heart with hope.
Just then I hear these words whispered upon the wind "Do you love me?" As I turn towards the sound, I find myself gazing deep into the soft brown pools of her eyes and as she lays her head gently upon my shoulder, I choke out the words I have longed to speak. "There is but one thing I live for, it is for the memories of these times we spend together and the anticipation of those yet to come, I love you dear ... I love you . . . As we turn to face the rising sun, I feel contentment for I am whole once more.
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