Riunire....

He shivered slightly as the chilly winter breeze grazed his face. It was a nice day for a funeral. Snow covered the grassy hills. And the morning dew gave the shrubs a certain sparkle.

Not too long ago he was standing in that same spot. Counting leaves as they fall one by one to the ground. Once green foliage turned into a fiery amber shade over the course of the season.

Like the vibrance of the sun's amorous glare, her life was. Come dusk, the glow of that magnificent ball of fire begin to morph into a lovely shadow of what once was. Then it bids farewell over the horizon.

A fog of desolation hovered above him. He watched the small crowd gathered around a casket a few yards from where he was standing hidden behind trees. Their faces in life, melting into their faces in untimely death by his hands.

Flashes of dreams, bits and pieces of past memories jostled painfully with each other, trying frantically to get out of his chaotic mind. He closed his eyes tighter and forced himself to take deeper breaths urging his body to calm down. He bit his lips hard so that pain could overcome the much more excruciating anguish that was hidden deep within. The pain he could cope with but not the one which was threatening to erupt at any moment.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to scream because he didn't know what else to do. He wanted to scream until it seals the hole that was his heart.

Tears begin to sear down his paralyzed face. Pouring from each emotionless eye down carved red paths, burning his flesh. He thinks it must be his tortured soul fleeing his ashen body. Drop by drop onto the soggy lawn. Dripping. Drowning out the cries of the beasts. His soul in a puddle of mud.

The fog drifted over him, the haze pulling him along to drift. Reality, dreams, everything was faded and unreal. He closed his eyes as his body surrendered. He felt the warm touch of her hand on him. It was over. He started to let the glow of her love wrap itself around his haggard body.