She savored the taste of her love. The slow tears burned her face as they fell. Her heart seemed to swell in her chest, growing more and more dense, crushing her soul with it's weight. Or rather only half a soul. She kissed her love's last breath away. Each half of their shared soul clung desperately to the other before hell's angels tore it apart.
We stood outside the door. We watched as she clung to her wife. The sound of her anguish filled my heart, that sound died long after the light left their eyes. One light extinguished to leave this world, the other when her world left. They laid there entangled in each other. I have never been more jealous in all my life then in that moment. No one would ever kiss the drying tears off my cheek, as they fell. Who would cry out for me or sob my name? She seemed so lost without her love. Broken, when she looked up at us the face hollow.
We had watched these two woman from the start. How together they stood and fought the cancer. How they had smiled, joked and loved their way through hell. We saw the tears, anger and resentment that sometimes clouded their days and their minds but only for awhile before the love would burn it all away.
They would look into each other's eyes and my heart would cry out in pain. I never realized I was alone until I met them, but I would never be as alone as the woman in front of me. She had none love's gentle warm touch. She had laid next to it every night since she said I do. And she would never feel it's sweet breath again. But she would remember. I can only hope that it would be enough. Will a memory ever be enough?
We stood outside the door. We watched as she clung to her wife. The sound of her anguish filled my heart, that sound died long after the light left their eyes. One light extinguished to leave this world, the other when her world left. They laid there entangled in each other. I have never been more jealous in all my life then in that moment. No one would ever kiss the drying tears off my cheek, as they fell. Who would cry out for me or sob my name? She seemed so lost without her love. Broken, when she looked up at us the face hollow.
We had watched these two woman from the start. How together they stood and fought the cancer. How they had smiled, joked and loved their way through hell. We saw the tears, anger and resentment that sometimes clouded their days and their minds but only for awhile before the love would burn it all away.
They would look into each other's eyes and my heart would cry out in pain. I never realized I was alone until I met them, but I would never be as alone as the woman in front of me. She had none love's gentle warm touch. She had laid next to it every night since she said I do. And she would never feel it's sweet breath again. But she would remember. I can only hope that it would be enough. Will a memory ever be enough?
