Memories Of You
An experience that prevents them from moving on.
I walk over the cool meadow, the dewy blades of grass sliding between my naked toes, the pleasant dampness wetting my soles. You lie in the sun as you always do, patiently waiting for me, gaze fixed to the sky. The grass beside you is soft and warm, the condensed moisture dried from the warm morning sun. I lie down next to you, silent for a while, irrationally hoping I'll hear your voice. Instead, it's the singing of the...