Stolen Time

 

When the love of my life past away 18 months ago on September 9, 2019, my life was forever changed.

Gone were the times of laughter.

That closeness had evaporated in an instant.

A year and a half may sound like a very long time.

For those who never lost a spouse, they will never know.

I would take an eternity of being alone if I knew she was still ok, even after death.

All of my material possessions, I would trade them all for another minute with her.

Money has no value.

I understand why many widows commit suicide. 

An unquenched rage that is as limitless as it's intensity

A view of the world once filled with wonder, now grounded and permanently blasted to bits

Memories reminding you of painful events, eternally on rewind and in super high definition

Everyone you knew for the past 16 years were dead and gone

Fear long replaced with the joy of knowing that death, eventually, will come for me too

But that long road will not be paved

It will be covered in broken glass, and it must be crossed barefoot and blind folded

But they pale in comparison to the memories

Of  a love that once was.