"I don't want to bloom without you"
I walked down the hall, slowly, trying not to wake you. I walked past what once was to be a room for our baby. Now, it collects dust. The door was cracked open, so, I opened it carefully. I prayed everything was still in place, the way we left it when we planted our bulbs on the window sill. As the door opened, I saw a light peering from behind the curtains. Pulling them back I held back a tear, staring at what we had once planted together. I fastened the curtain against the wall and started down the hall again to the kitchen.
I was filling up a pitcher of water when I heard footsteps from the hall. Walking back to the room, I stopped at the sight of you by the window. I can still remember the tears welling in your eyes as you turned to me to say, “I don’t want to bloom without you…”. All that I could say was, I love you.