Intended Catherine/Warrick… but can be any one … R n R!
The dirt particles fell onto the surface below. As I watch them hitting the wood, I muse how long they all seemed to take from me releasing them, to them making contact with the intended party. I look on as the vicar begins his regular Christian funeral service; I don't care for all that, and I know you don't either… didn't … well that's something I'll have to get used to, referring to you in the past tense instead of the present…
I jerk my head in the direction of a retreating sound and I suddenly come crashing down to earth as the realization that the service is over, tumbles around my slightly fogged mind. I guess that now I may get the time I wanted, alone with you, just to tell you how I love you, how I can't go on without you, how I regret never telling you… I crouch down, my knees cracking as I do, my long black coat trailing in the unusual snow. I look at the head stone, reading your name. I guess that makes it black and white for me as I run my fingers roughly over in the indent on the stone, tracing your name right to the end… And then I reach the end of the line… end of the road… end of what we were… or what we weren't….