The Sea That Stole Her

Nothing will ever be the same. It just happened all of a sudden.

Here one day..

Gone the next.

Her lips were so pale- like an ashen blue. I tried to save her but my demons had restrained me.

I watched in horror, fear in my eyes as the blue green monster swallowed her up.

Her green eyes fading, getting dimmer by the second.

Her oak colored locks pulling her down.

I should have jumped in.

I should have gone instead...

What is it like to lose a lover?

To be alone.

It's like having wires with no power.

A fireplace and no kindling.

There's no spark. There's no fire.

So you're left cold.

Empty.

Then what are you to do?

You never know where to start.

How can I go one day without seeing those viridescent eyes whenever a patch of grass goes by.

Those soft lips and that bright smile when I close my eyes.

I can hear her voice caress my ears, soft like rose petals when I am alone.

I smell you on our pillows. Lilac and honey and simply you. I hold on tight to your pillow and weep, knowing that everyday without you your smells fades away.

I can't look into mirrors without envisioning your porcelain skin, your fragile hands sneaking up my chest.

Fixing my tie before work.

Sitting by the fireplace is torture.

It's surrounded by memories.

Pictures litter the living room.

Our first car.

Our first apartment.

The day I proposed.

Then I get angry.

I shove my face into couch cushions and scream.

I curse the universe and any higher power listening.

Why me?

Who gave you the right to take her?

And leave me forlorn and lonely?

Who said it was her time to become an angel off this earth?

What if I still needed my angel here with me?

I thrash on the couch.

Throwing pillows.

Punching cushions.

I am still.

The only sounds being heard are my sporadic heartbeat and glass shattering.

Am I so cliche in my mind where I can hear my heartbreak?

There's a beat, before I sit up slowly and observe the damage.

4 pillows splayed across my floor.

The carpet scrunched up and shoved from under the couch.

The picture frame.

Shattered.

I slump to the ground, nicking my fingertips to pick up the frame.

Then I break down.

The sea took her.

The universe took her.

Took them both.

The picture captured us in such a beautiful moment.

She stood, beautiful and ever graceful, her hand in my hair.

Her chocolate colored locks draped to one side as I kneel beside her.

My hand on her slightly protruding belly.

Both smiling like nothing in the world could stop us.

We didn't know the sea could stop us.

Take her away.

Take them away..