Awash

Standing infront of one another. We have shared so much. We hold eachothers hands. I look into your deep brown eyes; searching for my forever. Our hands fit together with ease. Fingers laced. My grandfathers ring on your left hand and my wedding band and engagement rings on my left hand. This picture is not lost on me.

Now so many years later. My left hand is bare. The ring that symbolized our love has been gone for longer than it was there. Yet, when I close my eyes and remember the hopes and dreams I had for us; the ring, its still there.

My mind wanders and I refocus quickly. The burning lump is forming in my throat. I work hard to keep the lump down, to keep the warm tears in. My ears ring with the intense and deep emotions just below the surface.

I am awash with "what if" and "I wish". Sitting in the moment an acknowledging these feelings is brave; or is it?

The question goes unanswered as I stand again to carry on.