Another Winter
A lone figure makes his way through a snow covered street making his way back to the place he calls home.
Though he works as all those around him do, he still lives with the fact that if not for his decision ten years before, none of them would be here. But being unoticed was his preference.
As he closes the door to his 2nd floor apartment, he does his daily preparations for dinner with robotic efficiency. Until he looks at the calendar and almost drops his microwave cooked dinner.
It's... Today?!?!
He said out loud to an empty apartment. He dropped his plate heavily on the table as he did the same to his seat. He then fought his emotions from overwhelming him for a few minutes until he was calm again.He then ate quietly as though he was keeping the silence as a sort of prayer for something... or ... someone. Fifteen minutes later he was outside, back in the snow, making his way to a place he had not been to in over 5 years.
It was quiet when he got there. The man looked around making sure he was alone, then knelt down in front of the tombstone that held a name he knew all too well, a stone face crypt that also held his heart.
He said and talked quietly about his day and who he had seen that he knew she would have wanted to know.
Then a long silence where he cried quietly. He then took out an old crumpled paper and held it up in front of him, he shook his head and took out a pair of reading glasses. His failing sight a consequence of LCL exposure.
The young man then cleared his throat and started to read the old paper out loud.
How long would be another winter without your presence to stir this love I feel to be like any flower seed in quiet wait of spring that has gone to sleep, somewhere in a decade of winters.
How long is any night in winter with no one at my side to feel the warmth, through silk and lace, of every contour of your body in a tight and loving embrace.
How long it seems a day, a single day in a year of winters without you around to speak or even whisper that you care about the things I do or do not say.
How long those days and nights in winter when I felt so much alone;
yet... my love is now again real, and so, for me, life began, after you came along, after my spring was here.
He smiled as he got up off the snow-clad ground ignoring the clod of his now wet knees as he gazed once again, this time with a smile on his face.
I love you! was all he said as he turned as walked away the smile never leaving his face as he knew somehow she knew... she knew.
Ed Dennis
(Edited by dennisud)
A/N: I seem to be on a poetic kick courtesy of mt late father's works that i've gone and... modified. I purposely left the name of the girl out to let you my readers use their imagination as to whom is there for him to await a final reunion.
dennisud
P.S.- Yes I know I used he a whle lot, it was on purpose!