One half
06.25.05 (11:40 pm) [edit]She waits wrapped in silence, her lips no longer part the hush. Reflected in her eyes are her longings, her loves, her hopes and dreams. Words are meaningless. She is dying in this sunshine-filled room.
The ones she loves have left for the evening, wiping tears remarking "She's been lonely without him." They are right, of course. She has lived many years as one half of a whole. Now she is one half only.
There is no place for regret in her heart, only acceptance at the beginning of her new existence. It stretches out before her like a field of unpicked strawberrie s glistening with morning dew.
Her eyes close and there she finds a gentle river of darkness and light. She longs to dip her feet in and let the waters sweep her away.
"Not yet," says the Voice. She nods her white head. She will wait. When the Voice tells her it is time, she will sink below that current. The water will capture her, tossing her deeper. Down, down and she will not resist. When the light disappears from above as the river turns dark, she will find peace. When she awakens she will no longer be alone. She will be whole again.