They Will Come Soon

I lay there against the plush velvet cushions and listen to the rumble of thunder and the sound of rain pummeling the ground. “They will be coming soon” I thought. Aunt Mabel was here yesterday and this morning. She brought me lovely flowers she said, but sadly I cannot smell them. She kept me company telling me about the family and the goings on of her days. I’m happy for her presence. I’ve not had a visit from anyone else for ( how long has it been? Days? Months?) This is truly the loneliest I’ve ever been.

Time goes by, and my back grows stiff and sore from just lying there. “They will come soon” I tell myself. One day my pastor showed up and said a few prayers. I wanted to ask him when they would be coming to get me and take me home, but my mouth was dry and unmoving. He left without me saying anything. He was my last visitor for quite some time. The seasons change and now it seems to be winter. I can feel the cold all around me, it seeps into the ground. My back and legs are so sore, my mouth so dry and parched, I start to think they’ve forgotten about me.

No one ever comes to see me now. I feel like crying. “They will come soon” I say, as I cry waterless tears and stare at the ceiling of my satin lined coffin.