A Melody for the Broken
I take another drag from my cigarette and lean my head back against the gate. The relief comes to me as the familiar substance fills my lungs and leaves the burning sensation I so crave. I watch as the rings of smoke I exhale float away on the breeze and disappear. I sigh deeply. I'm thinking about it again. About her.
"Petra..."
I tell myself to stop but it's no use. The memories always come back to haunt me when I'm alone. I remember it all clearly. Her smile. Her voice. Her kiss. Everything. She was so beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful. Her soft, amber hair shined in such a way that it was the envy of the sun. Her kind eyes and warm smile always made me feel at home. And her voice was the most beautiful sound in the universe. She was my universe.
I remember the day I lost her clearly. Like a movie constantly looping in my mind. She died giving birth to our son, Levi. She insisted we name him after me. I wasn't keen on the idea at first but as it came closer to the time he was to be born, I grew to like it. When I saw the little guy for the first time the whole world stopped. I was in awe. Just amazed that this creature came from the two of us. That we'd made something so beautiful. But my moment of glee ended just as soon as it began with the sound flatline sound from a heart monitor. Though everything happened so fast I remember it all. The nurses yelled for the doctor. There were the sounds of the electric pulses as they frantically tried to revive her. The sound of her mother's panicked cries. Feeling my whole body shake in fear as I stood there helplessly watching the life leave her eyes.
I sigh and put out my cigarette on the pavement. Shoving, my hands in my pockets I walk down the stone pathway.