Many of my thoughts have been consumed by Michelle. Another night in an empty bed. She wasn’t waiting up for me when I came home. “How was it babe?” “Did it help you?” She was never comfortable around strangers and could never be in an open environment sharing a loss with others.
I want to sit next to you and tell you all about it. Can I kiss
your forehead? Let’s hold hands. Can you hear the music? Let’s dance. She looks
up to me and smiles. No, I can’t hear anything. I sway and rock her, holding
her close. I let her go but keep her hand in mine. I force a quick spin then
bring her back to me. Listen closely, they are playing our song. Just lay your head
on my shoulder and we will dance the night away.
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