How he loved the sound that woke him up every morning,
her.. bear footed...walking on her toes..trying not to wake him.
She always did.
And he always pretended he was still asleep.
He was still half asleep this morning when he felt it.
A silence.
A silence that bugged him.
The silence was what woke him up this morning.
He turned around and saw another face next to him.
Someone different, someone new...
Not her.
That's when he remembered.
The face next to him will never be hers again,
the room will never be filled with her smell,
the smell of rain.
They will never have the discussion on how does the rain smell,
or laugh at the politician speeches.
He will never again see her chasing seagulls on the beach
or get mad at her for stealing the covers.
She was gone.
And he was broken.
Alone.. with the silence.
