Our First Home

We’d built our lives in this room — our first home together. Money saved and spent; an investment in our future.

The setting sun cast long shadows on cold white walls whilst reflections danced across a single blood red wall that flowed thick and dark.

Your half-drunk coffee still on my desk; hairdryer left on the table like you’d just left for work.

Something was missing though, there was an empty space below the mirror — A bike-shaped hole, a woman-shaped hole too.

I turned to leave and then I saw your helmet sitting on the shelf — unused, undamaged.