Mar
26
Goodbye
March 26, 2011 | Leave a Comment
Goodbye. Frightfully final. Had he misinterpreted? Inadvertently looked at things through gauzey, tired eyes? The old music–the oldies–kept booming through his mind–holding her hand–arm around her in the car–night trips–day trips–hell–she was the integral cog in his life. If he had done it, she was there. On the beach. In the mountains. Everywhere. To the point that even breathing required her presence.
Goodbye.
Death would be welcomed better than that.
Goodbye.
