I wake up to a dewy, misty morning. Its still dark outside. And silent.
I walk out into the comforting silence and breathe in the fresh early morning air.
Once. Twice.
Closing my eyes, I breathe in again. I hold my breath, letting the freshness diffuse into my entire being. And when I could hold it no longer, I breathe out, into the dark silence, letting go of my regrets.
The natural detox refreshes me, unlike the drugs plaguing my body. And as if in a trance, I start walking.
I know where I am headed. And I don't stop myself. The urge to be with my love is too strong to resist.
But I am still nervous. I have avoided this for so long that a tinge of guilt starts ebbing at my core.
I walk and walk, distracting myself with the beauty of the breaking dawn.
And when I finally reach the gates, the darkness I took refuge in had dissipated completely. Carefully, I open the gates. I walk in, soaking in the calmness of the place.
And I kneel down beside his home. His grave.