Every Time

It began the same – every time.

He would walk to her grave, lay flowers, and stand there.

It went the same – every time.

He would tell her about work. About Jack. About everything.

Then, the tears would start, silently running down his cheeks.

He would say how sorry he was – for this – for everything.

It ended the same – every time.

He would kiss her headstone, saying how much he missed her. How much Jack missed her. How much they wanted – needed – her with them.

Then, he would leave.

Every time was the same.

But it was still hard –

Every time