Her tears fall, one by one, no one bearing witness to this pain. Be strong, be strong-a common place phrase meant to comfort, but only harms the heart.
There’s a thousand miles between us, it may as well be oceans. Ten years behind us now, ten years of love. Ten years of drying tears, ten years of laughter. Eight years since I promised not to let her down again.
And now time, circumstance, and one thousand miles fails me on this debt, as I cannot be at her side, my arms to wrap her in. The phone line, a cold comfort, for now all I have to give; as a grieving mother cries all alone. Not much of a gift.
I failed you. In my heart I believe, though it’s not something to which you subscribe. Thanks you give me for all I’ve done, for all I continue to do, but it’s me, Darling, who should be thanking you.
Children, we were playing in a grown-up’s game. We latched onto one another like fire to a flame. Through it all you fought beside me, kept me sane and true. And now when it comes down to it, one thousand miles keeps me from you.
I hope you feel my arms around you, when you’re cold and alone in the night. I hope you feel my thoughts for you, whispering that one day, it’ll be alright. The pain will ease, though the sting remains. The memory of what was lost will ne’re cease.
You’ve give me so much, I’m not sure you’re aware…that lost child I was-you brought me to. And now I’m one thousand miles parted from you.
I do what I can over the line, but I’m limited so. I love you, dearly, as I always have, as I will remain. You’re not alone to grieve and cry. Fall apart, break down, let me hold you through the pain-even if one thousand miles come in-between.
About the Creator
Catherine MacKenzie
I write about murders, and murderers. I write of thoughts, confusions, victories, defeats. Of love gained and love lost. Of life in all its multi-faceted glory.


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