My hand reaches out shakily to trace the letters carved in the smooth granite. Everything about this place was cold. The stone, the earth, my tears, my soul. How long has it been since I felt any warmth? How long has it been since tears haven’t tracked their way to freedom down my pale and sallow cheeks?
Happiness is a distant memory. A forbidden fruit, something that others experience. All I have is the ever-encroaching darkness, the unending road that leads ever downward to oblivion.
My fingers trace out a name, a date, a once heartfelt sentiment that doesn’t sit comfortably anymore.
I feel…feel… What do I feel? Barren. Drained. Empty and worthless. I was given the precious undertaking of cherishing you, nurturing you, guiding you in this world. And I let you down.
If I could swap places with you I would. If I could lie encased in a wooden shroud, smothered by the dank earth I would. Instead, I have to carry on here. Loving you but knowing I failed.
I Grieve... 