She will remain
It was her voice that was heard each morning. Now the sound of cars echoes through the streets and as I open my eyes I realize - nothing’s going to be the same way again. When she buried her daughter yesterday, she buried her joy as well. It was quite a sad funeral, though I cannot recall a happy one, especially when it is a young girl that is being taken in the cold, dark land of eternity.
The piles of work waiting for me were the only reason I got up. It interrupted my mourning, but I had a library to attend. I got dressed and decided to take another way to my office, due to the impossibility to see the poor woman whose eyes stared blankly at the sky. I am sure she did not sleep yesterday. I know I barely did.
Thankful for the papers and documents that kept my mind off of yesterday’s happening, I came back home, changed outfit and finished the book I was reading. Before going to bed I closed the window and set the alarm-something I haven’t done for a long time, since it was the happy lady’s voice waking me each morning. That isn’t happening now. Good thing was that soon I would change environment and move to another town. I never knew her death would influence me as much as it did. She was an often visitor at the library. We shared the love for books. Once she confessed I was her only friend. Honestly, she was mine as well. Now I have to run away from the memories we shared. They weaken me.
Year passed and I had much desired coming back home, though I feared that it will not be enough. Surprisingly when I returned I heard our neighborhood was renewed and the lady had recently given birth to a son something she always wanted. I visited the grave of my friend that was now beautifully decorated with flowers and trees. Sitting on the bench I read the book she preferred and reconciled with her death, finally accepting that she is gone forever.
Before going to bed I set the alarm -just in case. It woke me up at nine. The following years I was awaken by child’s laughter, but never by her song. She was still mourning…