She sat silently by the pond trying desperately to envision
his face. Looking into the water below her feet she could
remember days of laughter. Those days washed over her
like a warm breeze on a summer’s day, gently cooling her
skin. Days filled with the simple things she still yearned for.
Memories of the gentleness of his touch, the genuine
warmth of his smile.
“Do you really love me?”
“C’mere.” He said as he drew her close and
combed his fingers through her hair.
“Yes, I’ll love you, forever and ever.”
She then carefully, lovingly spread his ashes
through the soft sand of the pond.
Sleep well my love.