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Apparently, it had worked well for him. I tied the sheet around the corner of the bed, tucking my head inside the noose I’d knotted at the other end.
I knelt and read aloud the poem I had written to Karina when my thoughts had become clearer and my heart began to hope, to dream, that I may see her again:
My love, it's been some time now since you left this earthly place, yet I hear echoes of your voice and can almost see your face.
Though I know your soul has traveled to a supreme and wondrous realm, I’ve been left alone, aboard a ship with no one at the helm.
Afloat with no land visible upon the endless sea...
an ocean filled with memories of what was you and me.
What separates us now is naught but uncertain space and air with only one way certain
to get from here to there.
Now my voyage here is ending; I no longer feel bereft,
for soon we’ll be together
as if you'd never left.
The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life
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