Gazing at the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, I feel my heart squeeze. Lying there she looks like more of an angel than I will ever be. Behind their lids her eyes move. She’s dreaming. Wonder if I’m in it. I miss our talks; the way she laughed; the tilt of her head as she leaned into our kisses. I miss how her hair would tickle my nose when we’d cuddle close. Sighing, I turn away. Even if she hasn’t moved on I must. Perhaps on this, the 2nd anniversary of my death, she’ll take off her wedding ring.
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Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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Sadly, I really enjoyed this one, good job Andrew!