On the late evening of March 7th. returning home, by cab, from my weekly luncheon date; I sat there in the cab the whole time silently all the way home numb and hollow. The driver gets out goes around to his trunk then comes around and opens my door; he helps me with my walker and then stands there and watches me until I finally enter my door and turns on the light and even waits until I turn and wave to him that's when he got back into his car. He made sure I was safely inside before leaving the front of my house.
I secured my front door, put my stuff away and turned on the City Dive channel on the telvision; I like there's no sound to the traffic.
Tonight... evermore; nevermore his heartbeat calls... Finally I collapsed onto the sofa and into a deep sleep around 11: 30.
3:00 am. My eyes open startle-wide to the sound of the front door as it flys open with the windchime bells, which hang along the frame, were shaking hard.
3:00 am. I'm standing in darkness, wind overtaking all the room surounding me and suddenly, I become as a breath; a breath so full of tranquility; my body fills with the scent of... Joe.
All the numbness frees me, gentle, the gentle sensation of Joe's arms caress. He is the wind. The bells ring loudly, rushing wind... the door pounding open slams shut.
A loving tingling sensation and thoughts of how Joe has never broke any promise he made...
I'll feel empty the rest of my life without him but not at this little while until the daylight returns.