A Mourning Walk

I inhale a shaky breath and close my eyes. It has been a while since my heart has betrayed me like this, but I am here now in the memory of the past. I run my empty hands across the cool familiar walls, over the smooth, wooden railing, up to the hall that holds a wall of memories. Yesterday is frozen in this place. Picture frames of smiles and perfection sing to me. I walk on, the carpet soft beneath my feet. I see our bed. His side. My side. The lamp on the nightstand spilling out a flood of warmth. My heart stops to the sound of the back door opening and closing. The sound of keys clanking. I am waiting for him, my next breath forgotten. I feel the warmth of his body wrap around mine "I am home," he whispers into my neck. His forsaken love stings against my skin.