I’ve carried you this far, my Love, watched your colours fade… I lay you down upon the grass as seas below us rage. Your hand falls gently across your stomach to your waist, your head tilted ever so slightly to the sun, highlighting the tiny golden rivers that stain your face.
I kneel beside you, take your hands in mine and place them upon my knee. I lick my lips and taste the salt that’s come to rest there. The wind blows strong about us and my heart beats in time with the waves that lap and crash at the rock formations below.
We wait a long while in silence as I gaze upon your face, unable to tear myself away from the neverending blue of your eyes. Your still, emotionless, distant blue eyes.
I bend down to lift your arm and drape it across my shoulders, placing one of my own under your knees and the other under your shoulder blades, I carefully lift you from the ground.
In my arms your body grows colder by the second and it’s almost time to let go. I stand with you at the edge of the cliff as we watch and wait calmly for the fading sun to meet the horizon… for the sound of heaven’s door.
I swear to myself that you are my last.
I promise you, my Love, there will be no more.
Feintly off in the distance, as the sun casts it’s own dying rays across your lifeless face, I hear the Angels unbolt your door and with one last glance at your eyes I let you fall.
As I once again witness water become wine, watching what’s left of your body tossed and beaten against jagged rocks by an unforgiving sea, I remind myself I’ve made that promise before.
- Melissa Vowell