Weekly Creative Writing # 6

    As I open my eyes I can see the ceiling coming softly into focus, and my left hand involuntarily clenches something familiar... the blossom of a water-lily.  Why this? I wonder, and the smell of the summer breeze washes across my face my a wave, bringing me into the light of awake-ness in the gentlest of ways.  And then I remember.  I recall why.  These were her favourite flowers.  I recall hearing what I knew would change my life forever.  Gone?  She couldn’t be... it must’ve been another plane... it cannot be- no, it must not be.  But it was.  And so I gathered this flower in my hand and cried until my body rebelled against my mind and fell asleep here.  Of course, I don’t remember it like that, for, as a dam breaks, so the gossamer amnesia of blissful waking is split in twain, and the memories pour in all at once.  It cannot be, it must not be.  But I cannot convince myself of that.  I get up, never once letting go of the water-lily to balance my shaky steps to the kitchen you had cleaned before you left.  The packing for a two-day trip, the hug, the kiss farewell and the way you lightly closed the door... again these flood my memory and I can do nothing.  I feel like you’re here, your vivacity still fills the room, but like the petals on the flower I hold in my hand, it fades and grows weary.  But know this.. that throughout my life there will always be a water-lily in my life, to remind me of what once was.  I love you.

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(For all those who are probably wondering, no, I don't suffer from severe depression, but I do often see great beauty in great sadness.)