Gone.A Story by b.platteone-shot“I keep my secrets locked away in a place, you will never find. Its for me only. Don’t you understand?” She spoke so easily, as if it didn’t really matter, but in some profound way unbeknownst to me, it did. She always had a way of making me feel like I was the one that should be locked away in the loony bin. Not her. She just always seems so lucid and understanding. “You will never know the whereabouts of my secret hidden sock puppets. I can’t just tell you where they are, they will be angry and bite you. Its for your own protection pear pear Perry!”
“I know Kendra, I can never know.” I soothe, as I pat her head and pull her towards me. I hold her tight and smooth her tangled hair with a kiss. It tickles my nose and smells of her favorite strawberry chapstick. The scent taunts me, it consumes me, it reminds me of the good then slaps me with the truth of our situation in an instant. One of her nurses told me she’s been using it on her hair in attempts to keep her “gorgeous locks from getting chapped.” I let a single tear slide down my cheek and inhale a final deep breath as I prepare to leave, this time for good. “This was a good visit, my sweet, I’ll see you next week? When I’m better and ready to go home?” It takes everything in me to choke back the sobs that are threatening to escape. “Ofcourse, when you’re all better, I’ll be back.” With that, I give her one last hug and a lingering kiss on her pouty mouth. I walk out of the door and supress my desire to look back into her longing brown eyes. The divorce was finalized this morning, after 5 years of trying everything to get her back to being the woman I fell in love with. My heart died with that last confirmation that my wife was gone forever. © 2012 b.platteReviews
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Added on August 20, 2012Last Updated on August 22, 2012 Tags: psychology, divorce, marriage, love, loss Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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