Doroschuk
03-01-2012, 10:13 PM
Soft rain had begun to fall as I walked under the great black gate, spired in the gothic manner of its day of creation. I walked past the ancient stones, the last vestiges of the great men of this earth. Women too, there were; their voices whispering in the grassy quiet of the hill. I approached the top, feeling the years go by me; all in one beautiful moment. I was a young mourner, and a gray lamenter. Falling to my knees, I sat next to the small stone atop the crest, and I read the inscription slowly. Tears streamed down my face as I thought about the months, and then the years, and then the decades I had spent alone.
“Goodbye, my love.” I said, for the first time, and once again, as I had many times before; while my tears mingled quietly with the rain.
“Goodbye, my love.” I said, for the first time, and once again, as I had many times before; while my tears mingled quietly with the rain.