[1]I promised

The dim cloud covered the faint sunlight and fog has moistened the field of green. Weeps of despair overlapped the chatters in the crowd. Patting on my back, they tried to encourage the life ahead of me, just about I was thinking of ending it.

The funeral ended, and the mass of black wearer attendees has subsided. Each head was getting easier to count as the time goes by, until there was only a man standing before your grave.

Alone and abandoned, I sat beside the ground which my love has rested to. I dread to think a life without her. Ruminating the soft palm on my skin and her comforting scent as she leaned on me, a breeze swept past my shoulder that reminded me of her touch.

I slowly reached for my shoulder, of which her hand had touched from when we danced, as if longing for warmth. I felt her presence in the wind passing by, combing through my hair down to my face.