Time For The Last Kiss
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(Formally titled 'THE ENDING TIME') "A story I heard that I felt must be retold. In writing this I have 'taken on' the persona of the original poster, taken on HIS sorrow as if it were mine. In reality I thank my God this is not my life. So, in re-creating these minutes in time I must give commiserations to the anonymous contributor on Reddit and ask his forbearance for my interpretation." - Allen Ansell Seven o'clock. Morning again! Must get up. Big day today. Not a welcomed day though. Who'd ever have thought this could be: This day would come... could come? Nine. Coffee'd up and cases packed. Just some space ready in my old rucksack for the final fragments I'll take: Bequeathed. Allowed. Given. Ten. The doorbell rings. She is here. I fill her waiting trunk with my cases. We are dancing around our loss - My loss, her beginning. Ten-thirty. Reluctant, I climb the stairs one last time - and I'm greeted by our two fluffy feline purring babies who slide around my legs. Ten-forty. I rise from the loving cats and wipe away streaming tears on my sleeves. My wife wraps her arms around me and plants a kiss cheekward. Ten-forty-five. I tuck the last two photos in my rucksack, and through reluctant eyes I look around at what was ours. She says, 'It's time we left.' Ten-fifty. I bravely leave our flat for one final sorrowful time. She drives me to the airport, from where I'll fly away from... married life. Eleven. Silence reigns inside her car; maintaining our amicability it's best to gulp back my sorrow. Leave - because I love her. Eleven-thirty. She holds my hand one last time, gives it a gentle squeeze while looking down at the floor, gets back in the Prius; slinks into the haze of cars. Twelve-ten. In my seat: Row 3, window. Climbing towards fresh white clouds of hope. Below, the grey pain of betrayal - being dumped for some new guy. Two-twenty. I'm a half-hour from parents, Who'll be waiting at the terminal. Back home to those who still love me, and, thank God, always will. © Griffonner 2023
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