Patience
A #FastFictionFriday Story
The thing is that I have no idea how to be in the world without you. You were part of me longer than you weren’t, your space in my heart secured by years of kisses and fights and kids and happy and sad. When you left this life you tore open a tunnel inside me that will never fully heal. I am marked by you forever and I know that someday someone will want to break through the scar tissue and dig a space for themselves and I don’t know that I can, or will, allow that. It’s not like it happened yesterday, love, but I cannot imagine there will ever be enough time to become whole again.
Patience, sweet one.
That is your voice in my head, as usual trying to soothe something in me that will not be tamed. Except that you could; when you were around there was no such thing as inconsolable. When you were around all things were possible and now nothing is.
Hang on, Peach. It will be okay.
How is anything supposed to be okay? Sure, I get up in the morning, butter my toast, look people in the eye and smile, once in a while I even laugh but okay? No…
