Tearful Memories

She waits impatiently at the door. Anxiously waiting for the postman to arrive. She had been doing this everyday since he left. She heard the knock of the door and nearly tripped over the cat trying to get to it. She opened it up with excitement and a glow about her face. The glow vanished when she saw two elderly women at the door. The two elderly women were there to talk about God and heaven. She had gone to church regularly every Sunday for years, but today was not the day. A letter was due from her love and she had no time for conversation.

After excusing herself, she went and sat in the living room. Opened the cabinet and pulled out an old box. Filled with pictures and poetic words, it reminded her of days gone by. These weren’t letters he wrote to her while gone, but constant reminders of their love while he was still there. Everyday, reminding her how truly special she was.

She still remembers the day that a clumsy and shy soldier spilled a drink on her at the bar. He stuttered and apologized a million times. It was kind of cute and he even offered to buy her a new dress. That led to the conversation they would have till closing time of the bar. So entranced in each other’s words, they never realized how the hours had flown by.

A storybook meeting, with many more storybook moments that would soon follow. Beautiful candlelight dinners, lakeside lunches, and moonlit dances. She sighed, remembering how he would hang on her every word and quote random lines from love poems, some that she believed he had just made up on the spot because they were so bad. But even the bad ones held within them a romantic spell that captivated her.

She flips through and finds a picture of him soaking wet, the day he fell into the lake. He attempted to propose to her and dropped the ring. In his ever so clumsy manner, he jumped in after it. The water was shallow and she just heard a thud. He had a one-track mind. All he could think about was finding the ring, never mind the clear pain he was in.

Eventually he did find it. Sitting there, waist deep in the water and holding the ring up, panting out of breathe with a goofy smile on his face. How could she not say yes to that? That day, they became more than just two people in love. They would start down their path to oneness.

Looking though more pictures, one of him in uniform. It made her proud but sad. Days after he proposed, he got orders to mobilize. She begged and cried but eventually, she knew that there was no changing it. So she would write to him everyday after and spray the letters with her perfume, leaving kiss imprints on it for him so that everyday he could imagine her there next to him. And he, he wrote back often as he could. Daily if so and if not, the time in between letters was never long. Always excited to receiver her letters, he would write about the others guys teasing him as he waited for the mail call.

A knock on the door brings her back from her dreamland state. It must have been the postman. He was late and she was getting tired of waiting. Hearing another knock, she nearly trips over the cat, again, rushing to the door.

She swings the door open as if God himself were to walk through it. As quickly as she does, her smile fades.

Standing there, an officer, in full military uniform and chaplain in tow. Her eyes went wide and before a word could come from his mouth, tears already rained down her cheek. She collapsed to the ground, screaming and crying. It couldn’t be true. There was no way. They were to be married.

She looked up with tears in her eyes. Looking up at mysterious face, one not belonging to her lost love. A face hidden behind shadows. One that could not properly comfort her or bring her love back from a far off hell. She’ll never get to kiss his lips again, never hear his voice again. Never got to say goodbye. All she could is stare down at the ring sitting on her finger with an eye full of tears, washing memories of a time now drifting further away.

Copyright ©2012 Taihair Brown


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