I could feel my sanity crumbling. Death must be so beautiful, to lie in the soft brown earth, knowing that there will be no more pain tomorrow. How i wished she was here, her soft, wrinkled hand enclosed in mine, and this was some other unfortunate souls funeral, i wished that Death wasnt so cruel, that He would reconsider, and bring my loved one back.
Slowly, my legs began too tremble, and i fell to my knees, my head in my hands. Quick, painful breaths got caught in my throat, making me choke. Tears fell onto her grave, smudging the careful ink of a letter addressed too her, wishing her peace in death. The mud on the ground soaked into my trousers, making two patches of grassy moisture on my knees. Carefully, i traced the letters engraved in the white marble stone;
V I O L E T G R E E N, R. I. P.
She always had a beautiful name, and it was so peculiar. Completly opposite. Violets were purple, and our last name was Green. When she married me, she said she wanted a purple and green dress. I told her too stop being silly, she would wear her mothers long ivory silk gown. She snorted, telling me that shes not wearing that pile of cloth. She did, though.
Our wedding day was enchanting. Despite the hundreds of guests present, she was the only one there. Beautiful, she was, floating around the grounds, kissing old friends on the cheek, shaking hands with new friends. She looked at me every few seconds, and we spoke with our eyes, both saying the same thing. I cant wait too get out of here. We couldnt wait too be alone.
Shes only been gone for a few days. To me, years. I miss her incredibly. Looking up from her headstone, the sky begins to clear. People wander awkwardly in my direction, patting my shoulder, offering condolences. They file out the graveyard, returning too their cars, prepared too put the days events behind them. I couldnt.
I was alone. Violet was my hope, my butterfly, my four leaved clover, and now she was no more. Mermories of her flooded my mind, her smell lingered in the graveyard, reminding me of her presence. I felt a cold wind sweep across my wrinkled cheek, which sent a shiver down my spine. I shuddered. Was she here? Could she see how much my heart longed for her? I hoped with all my strength she knew.
Now that i was alone, the silence closed in on me. There was nothing. Not even the faint cry of a bird, the rustling of leaves. Just my shallow breaths, my pounding heart, and the cry of sorrow drowing my brain. I rose, took a few steps back, and stared wistfully at her grave. Id do anything too be lying there with you, my love. I said a silent goodbye, and walked towards the cemetry gates. The groaning of old metal pierced the silence, as i shut the gate on my wife.
