Remembering

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I wander along the beach, remembering a day when I could see the waves bob and weave towards the sand. We held hands, you gave me a little shell. It was half of a whole, like I was half of a whole for such a long time.

My marriage today? It isn’t because I have stopped loving you. Like footprints in the sand, I know you carried me through my troubles. Helped me to find the person, who murdered you that night. Still serving a life sentence, it should have made me happy.

The reverse is true, I needed welcome the pain before I could live again.

We are all the better half of each other, and Mike, he understands I won’t forget you. The shell, so rough, but the edges in perfect symmetry. I have even learnt to tell the colour. There is different feel to beige, but I couldn’t explain it – Even if I tried.

Merlin, reminds me of you, in many ways.

He is able to comfort me, even when I don’t think I need to be comforted. A heavy head, or a light paw, and he almost wipes away my tears. With Merlin, as the advert says, I can be Sarah again.

I place the shell in my pocket, calling his name, ‘Merlin, let’s go.’

‘Everything okay,’ Mike asks, holding my hand.

‘Yes,’ I say, with a smile.

With a final whisper, you wish me love.