Christine Gilfeather-Bracken

Destino

Do you still love me? I hear him ask me. I can still feel how his question made me gasp, made me just stare without blinking, made me tremble with nerves and excitement and anger... why anger? I can feel my furrowed brow and my lips tighten. Time stops. My breathe stops. My heart beats crazy, so crazy. I can see his face and hear his deep voice that over so many years had said my name and shared his truths. But now nothing, no sound, no voice, just space.