AS I walked out the Court, my eyes focussed only on the sky. The sun, the clouds, the window seem to be so normal, so happy.
But I wasn't happy, I wasn't normal.
I turn and I see her walk away, the big black sunglasses covering her eyes. Today her hair is perfectly straight. She's wearing a pair of thigh jeans, and a white shirt.
I am in black, I even feel my eyes black.
Today is death of our marriage. Well, it died long ago, but only now we decided to put it underground. With two signs, and it died.
I was sad, I went to the funeral, but the guests were only me, she and the Judge. Not friends and relatives. Nobody cared about its death. Not even my closest friends, not even my mother. Well, not even she cared about the funeral. In that room only I cared.
She reaches the road. She's not the kind of woman that goes home walking. After few seconds a smart and black car appears and take her away.
The wind hugs me and I close my eyes, and finally I lift my hand to my eyes and I see the wedding band is missing. I accept it, I must accept it.
It's really like someone die. Every memory of that person must be thrown away, or it's too sad.
A piece of my heart, of my soul, of my being is missing too with that ring.
I feel like I don't belong in this world, I don't belong anywhere. When a couple is passing by me, holding hands, my heart is breaking even more.
A beautiful and young woman walks near me, and she's staring at me, she watches my ass, my legs, my back, my hair.
Is a neo-divorced man so irresistible?
She is now smiling at me, and I weakly smiles back. She's getting closer and closer.
I am free now right? I could sleep with her tonight, and tomorrow she'll never know who I am.
"hey" she says, her too perfect lips curving in a smile. Is she 18 at least?
"hey"
Yeah, now I am free, and so incredibly sad. So incredibly empty.
After a death there's a new life that is born. After an end there's a new beginning.
But not for me. I'll always be the man crying on the stone of my dead marriage.