His hands reached out for her as she floated away from the depths of his memory. Only catching the emptiness of the air that surrounded him at her grave. Cancer was her silent killer. It had attacked her from the inside and continued until she had taken her very last breath. She was everything that he could possible have wanted. Better than any gold, better than any riches in his lifetime. But now, with the lack of her presence...his world was cold and bitter. The loneliness filled his heart and his soul until that was all that flowed in his viens. For he longed companionship, but he had nothing. And he knew that was all that awaited him in his future...loneliness. As he reached for his wallet that had landed on the cold, dark earth, he took out a photo. It was a happy moment, caught in time that wouls soon begin to fade away. Her warm smile, that lit up any gloomy room, was like a ray of sunshine in the morning that ever so lightly, shines through your window in the cool summer mornings. Her skin looked as if she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine and was ready for a photo shoot. So soft, so pure, so fragile. He adored the way her hair would easily slip over her slender shoulders as the wind blew. Her hair was the colour of the golden, yet almost yellow, wheat that grew on their farm every year. But now, all that was gone. Though he knew the day would come sometime...but he wished...not as soon as it did.
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