Words From The Beard

‘‘What are you thinking?’‘ She turned to her right and faced him in the bed. 

He loved that little smile she did, her wide eyes piercing into his soul. 

‘‘A lot of things’‘ He replied as he stroked her cheek. 

Really he wanted to tell her that while he watched her sleep; he imagined their life together. He did this over and over again. 

Proposal, Marriage, house, kids, trips, walks, sunday coffees and early morning tea. 

We came to you in the middle of the night.

You were hiding under your duvet and wanted to kill yourself.

We talked about life for a long time.

We left you at home, you didn’t want to kill yourself.

That was last year.

I saw you recently. You didn’t see me. You looked happy.