Guess

I short story about the loss of a loved and memories.

    Guess the places between right and wrong. Between black and white. Between up and down. Back and forth. You and me.

    Staring down at photographs that I don't see, I've lost my self in memories of summer skies and winter frost. Instead of hollow empty air I feel only the sweet caress of your hands in my hair, your lips on mine. The grass beneath my feet. Warm sun showcasing your smooth skin. The bitter chill of snowy breezes as they enfold our forms.

    I see no lonely, dust filled room. No, I see your smiling face, our clasped hands, your bright eyes glittering even in the lowest lights. The silence filled with echos of your laughter, your voice. Long nights spent talking in low whispers. Days where we never believed in anything but ourselves. 

    We were living in dreams of never being alone. Of always having someone to hold at night. Of staying young and growing old. Never being anything but happy. Together.

    But those dreams ended. They ended in a crash of noise. Of blinding pain. Of blistering bright light pulling you away.

    I watched them pull you away. Your body cold and lifeless; a petty copy of you and all you used to be.

    I kissed your pale face at the funeral. Watched the casket close over your beautiful face. Saw your empty shell lowered into cold ground. I watched my happiness and dreams disappear with you, held safe next to you in your eternal sleep.

    Guess the places between light and dark. Between hot and cold. Between holding on and letting go. Breathing and drowning. Because I don't think I can.

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

I've been to too many funerals to ever feel any emotions over them anymore. I congratulate you; I actually envy your ability to mourn :)

[Marie]

I can feel the loss in this. very good story. I like the way the last line echoes the first; quite effective.

[Megan]

This is absolutely wonderful. I'm attempting to put to paper a similar story of loss. You did an amazing job with the senses. I also love you style of short and concise with out feeling rushed or forced or incomplete.

[The Pain Stays Fresh]

Wow. It's so painfully beautiful. So heart wrenching. It's wonderful.