-If Things had been Different-
If things had been different, I wouldn't be standing here on her grave. I wouldn't be jabbing half a dozen lilies under the stone bearing her name in those runes. I wouldn't be watering the plush grass with my tears.
If Things had been different, I wouldn't be kneeling down to clear the stone of dust and dirt kicked up by the wind. I wouldn't be tracing every intricate letter with a hazmat covered glove. I wouldn't be crying over the shared plot of blessed land.
If things had been different, I wouldn't be feeling that familiar freeze of air on my hands. I wouldn't be grasping those cold, dead fingers in mine. I wouldn't be looking into those once lavender eyes, tears magnifying the beautiful golden hue they now held.
If things had been different, we wouldn't both be dead.
