The Beloved
short prose on waking with someone elses memory or the lack of it…
Some mornings I wake and wonder ‘where the hell am I?’ but then I see the beloved beside me and it all falls into place.
Malady of mind may leave me speechless and I do not know what day of the week it is or even why it should matter. But I do know that you are the beloved. I can feel my love for you has always been. I cannot, however, seem to recall your name!
You have been so kind to me so gentle and caring. I owe you so much. Tears come unbidden, squeezing through tight clenched eyes, oh how you must have suffered!
I will not tarry long. Just one more dawn awakening with you by my side, one more daydream while gazing into your sleeping eyes, wondering, who is this wonderful woman? the beloved…
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