Inspired by the pic that prompted The Captain's News
Ten months, three days, seven hours, and thirty-two minutes.
That's how long I'd been waiting. Returning daily to this spot. The hustle and bustle of people busy with their everyday lives hummed around me.
I wish I could have clutched him a little tighter, a little longer.
Just one more minute.
To feel his arms wrap around my waist, his lips caress mine, his whiskers tickle my neck as he nuzzled it. Just one more chance. That's all I'd ask for from any god that cared to listen. I missed the deep timbre of his voice, the way he'd sing off-key in the shower. I missed the sound of his snores filling the air as we slept. I ached without him.
Each heartbeat reminded me that I was alive.
And alone.
The footsteps to my door that day resounded loudly in my memories. A yellow telegram placed in my hands. The confirmation of what I'd known in my gut. He was gone.
I returned to this place every day- hoping beyond hope I'd wake up to find it all a nightmare of the worst kind.
Sighing with resignation, I went home. I'd be back tomorrow.
Waiting.