A Widow's Vigil
Gazing up towards the heavens, the sky glittering with dazzling stars, soft grey clouds rolling. I wait.
The wind whips my hair around me in frenzy, as I wrap my arms around myself, warding off the cold. I wait.
Rain mixes with salty tears, droplets course freely down my cheeks, shuddering as I fight back the sobs that threaten to erupt from me. I wait.
My heart feels heavy within my chest, a rotting mass of flesh too wounded to be repaired, its broken shards tearing at muscles and tendons as it beats. I wait.
My mind is flooded with images and memories, memories of laughter and memories of tears, as I pine for a love that is long since gone from this world. I wait.
The waves crash against the cliff face below, the ground trembling beneath me from the impact, I stand breathless and disconnected from all that surrounds me. I wait.
In the darkness that is night, standing upon that cliff, I wait for my lover to come, o emerge from his watery grave and take me with him down