Death do us part, or that is what it says. About two weeks ago my beloved Rosie slipped away from beyond my reach. It was then that I realized that I was now alone. Up in my house hearing all of those little creeks of the wood floor. I imagined children running playfully through the house, maybe a big shaggy dog following behind. But alas no children, no dogs, and no loving wife to come greet me when I was done with my work for today slaving away at the shop where an artist like my self would work. It was only two weeks but it seamed like two years. We were engaged, it was a week from that day we would get married. I will never forget that day. Her dark brown hair burnished in the sunlight, her beautiful gown flown in the wind, that smile that made you feel warm like someone close was hugging you tightly, warm, and loving. Her hat with a light pink ribbon on it that would flutter in the wind. That was my lady, and I felt like I was the luckiest man alive to have her at my hand. But life likes to play a spiteful game of death.
The boat that we were on was a fine boat. I didn't know how I had the money to give to the captain on that day, May 7, 1865 on the coast of England. But we were just out for a joyride because Rosie loved the ocean. She was looking out onto the side. I joined her for a moment and looked out on the ocean when suddenly a wave swept us off board. Our wet bodies clung to each other like if we let go then we would never see each other again. But that is what would happen to us if we did let go. Blue was all around me as my eyes started to burn with the ocean water filling them up. I could see that Rosie was running out of air so I started to swim up to the surface of the water when we finally got on the boat I realized that Rosie wasn't breathing. I gave her a slight mouth-to-mouth operation but that didn't work. Her face relaxed and after several minutes her skin turned a much paler tone. It was then that I knew that she had died, inhaling water, choking, drowning. My heart began to shatter into millions of pieces. I began to let out tears, which began to melt into sobs. Hugging the lifeless body screaming out unto the heavens why my beloved Rosie had to leave me in the blasted world alone, my heart devastated, poignant, distressing, pained, and any thing else you could think of and a lot more. I was disheartened to the state that I am now at. No person would ever replace the beautiful, loving, caring, sweet, angel that I have had before me. Now her body is cold and gray. In her grave, where she can rest at peace. I couldn't ask god to bring her back to me, no, that wouldn't be possible. Nor that I could bring her back to life myself. Hugging my knees to my chest I inhale and exhale waiting for a knock at the door to find what awaits me.