The Sad Owl : Another Year, A New Year

She lightly whispered into my ear, “I promise… I’ll never leave. Just close your eyes, shhhhhhhhhh it’s okay I’m not going anywhere. You deserve a good night’s sleep”.

It makes me often regret ever sleeping at all. It’s the way I can still feel her breath on the lobe of my ear, her lips on the side of my cheek, her words on my heart as she said, “I love you”.

What I would give for another minute. Another second. Another split of that, in a moment of time that will never be anymore. It was the way that human warmth becomes cold, the way soft and supple becomes hard and inanimate. It is the way that tears of struggle and of joy, become without reason, goals retracted, person rescinded, love and hate twisted to the point they break, ultimately into nothing. 

It is the way you spend every waking hour with no more wonder. Each day passing where two-thirds become a sixth. Alone is without a with. And I am all out. Weeks into months and months into another year waiting to disappear. I am a sad owl in the night, waiting to take flight. 

© The Sad Owl