"It's all wrong and we shouldn't even be here."
Because we were huge Lord of the Rings fans, I'll start with Samwise:
"It's all wrong and we shouldn't even be here."
This wasn't supposed to happen so soon, and when it did it was supposed to be me who left you - in our 80s ish- not you leaving me
when we should have had 25 more years together.
"We didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy?"
I grew up a romantic believing in fairy tales,
and we were lucky enough to have had one -
as people are so apt to remind me, damn them.
But nobody ever tells us what happens AFTER
Happily Ever After.
I mean, somebody has to die, right?
39 months in I'm just an empty vessel that eats and sleeps and distracts by wasting precious time that's no longer precious.
It once overflowed with love and life and dreams.
A love and life I took for granted
Until it was all snatched away in 6 short weeks
as if I'd done something so terribly wrong
that I am now forced to endure a life sentence
of solitary confinement
In my new house
with my new furniture
that was supposed to give me a new start. But didn't.
There's no trace of you anywhere, except
a few of your shirts that have lost your scent,
a taped up box of our lifetime in photos
and my fading memories...
... of the mundane Costco trips -
You speeding home while I hold your ice cream bars before they melt so they can go in the freezer for you to enjoy later.
You were always so good at delaying gratification -
not like me who wanted dessert first.
... The comforting sound of football coming from the other room
that now blasts me back to before when I hear it in a bar.
And then are the memories of all our special places,
year after year, all running together now
like a box of melting chocolates in the sun.
Vegas, Hawaii, Carlsbad in summers.
Along with you, I lost those places too.
All I have left are our two old cats you rescued
despite my pleas to the contrary.
Thank God you did that.
We miss you John.
We spend long, lonely weekends alone now,
and endless nights alone too.
The day you were diagnosed, the first thing you said to me was:
"You're going to be alone."
And you were right.
Once we lost your parents,
we were each other's only family,
and we were all we ever needed.
We didn't care about the outside world
because we lived and loved in our own little bubble.
We were enough. We lived for each other.
Everything was we,
it was never me.
and I don't know me without you.
A friend said today that you isolated me
because of your sobriety.
It's true, but I forgive you.
And I wouldn't trade what we had
for a better life now
(although it would've been nice to have had both).
I no longer believe in fairy tales -
Except for the one where we will be reunited someday
to spend eternity together.
I exist for that story now.