Adam MacWha

Roses & Heather

A blinding glare from a cloudless summer sky reflects on Amelia’s freshly placed tombstone. As her casket descends into the earth, I realize that she is taking all that made me happy with her. I reach out, fresh cut flowers in my grasp. Calluna, the Scottish heather that decorates our family’s estate. I tell myself to let them go. To let her go. Just like the friends and family that circle her resting place will all let go. I stand and stare, bouquet in hand, waiting for my fingers to uncurl.