01-07-2021, 04:08 AM
Delia visits Charlie’s grave. It was the first time in three years.
His epitaph: Two Hearts - One Soul - Forever
She stands there with a dozen moth orchids. They were his favorite. He always said they reminded him of her:
Unusual yet beautiful. Drawing you in and holding you there. Owning you.
Her tears were heavy and warm, running gently down the sadness that wore her face. She knelt, laying the
flowers across the base of his grave stone.
“I’ve never been good at this” she whispers, wiping her face.
She sits on the soft grass and stares at the shiny granite, focusing on one spot that sparkled.
The chilled air breezed past leaving a slight shiver behind. It was perfect in this most uncomfortable moment.
She still couldn’t get right with losing him. It was a pain that lived carelessly at her core. She knew acceptance
would never be hers.
“I talk to you when I’m alone” she says as her face wrinkles in heartbreak.
Delia raises her knees towards her chest and leans forward, crying into her folded arms. It had been a long
time since the anguish broke her in half. Today reacquainted her with that old friend. Her body shook as emotion
took over. She hadn’t planned on this much difficulty.
But he was worth it.
His epitaph: Two Hearts - One Soul - Forever
She stands there with a dozen moth orchids. They were his favorite. He always said they reminded him of her:
Unusual yet beautiful. Drawing you in and holding you there. Owning you.
Her tears were heavy and warm, running gently down the sadness that wore her face. She knelt, laying the
flowers across the base of his grave stone.
“I’ve never been good at this” she whispers, wiping her face.
She sits on the soft grass and stares at the shiny granite, focusing on one spot that sparkled.
The chilled air breezed past leaving a slight shiver behind. It was perfect in this most uncomfortable moment.
She still couldn’t get right with losing him. It was a pain that lived carelessly at her core. She knew acceptance
would never be hers.
“I talk to you when I’m alone” she says as her face wrinkles in heartbreak.
Delia raises her knees towards her chest and leans forward, crying into her folded arms. It had been a long
time since the anguish broke her in half. Today reacquainted her with that old friend. Her body shook as emotion
took over. She hadn’t planned on this much difficulty.
But he was worth it.
