As We Came

An exploration into death, and the beauty that comes with it.

His smile never faltered, even as he watched the metal doors close around her, shutting the book to a chapter in his life that he had cherished oh so dearly.

 

Tears were never shed, even as he sorted out all her clothes, folding them and putting them ever so gently into a box.

 

Cries never left his mouth, even as he sat alone at the dinner table eating, staring at the vacant chair sitting at the other end of the table.

 

Even now, as he sits alone in an old rickety boat made for two, the same content smile graces his wrinkled face. The lake laps around the hull, and with the grace of a swan, the boat slides up and down through the waters, rocking gently the passenger it carries. He lifts his hands, trembling with the cold. Leaning over the side, he watches silently as ashes fall through his gloved fingers, fluttering down into the blue waters beneath him. Soon, countless specks of grey adorn on the skin of the water around the boat, like snow on a winter’s night.

 

His smile never falters, even as he lays himself down in the boat, resting his head on her favourite dress, and closes his eyes.

 

His smile grows though, when he finally sees her again.