The room gets heavy with thought as minutes fold into hours. This third day of June is a hot afternoon playing out like a nostalgic dream.
Preparing the table for lunch I place his silverware down in slow motion because reality is pulling my heart strings. He sits then turns to look at me. Standing next to him like so many many years before, the familiarity of long ago sweeps me away in an unforeseen moment. Years rush back like falling cards and my heart lodges in my throat. The vulnerability of our love is hard to look at under the light he would not have picked.
