Friday, August 7, 2015
no free lunches
She cries into exhaustion and the only relief comes when she sleeps.
Then she wakes and realizes he's gone and she's still here and it's the sinking feeling of living in a nightmare she could never dream.
Last night I wondered if he knew the end. If all those years ago he got a glimpse of her pain would he have even looked her way, and I thought, "No. He would never want her to suffer this way."
This morning it occurred to me that a love like that could never be free and both of them would surely do it all over again if given the chance.
Today I am grateful she has her mother and her friends and time and his stories and their bed and his pillow and the mercy of at least some sleep.