Have I Ever Told You That

Have I ever told you that … “I don’t know what we’re supposed to do next.” Loveless, we sat down together to our evening meal. It wasn’t until I collected by bag at the airport that I realised I didn’t love him anymore. The fridge started to gurgle. He merely let me stroke his hair, unlike my daughter who enjoyed my attention and touch. … conversations meld and mould and melt … He knew it as well as I did that we hadn’t laughed in a long, long time. I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I just can’t wake to another day of the mundane. “You really are the spitting image of him” I said, whilst straightening his tie and top button. Bang. Five years ago, I never would have predicted that this would have been my life. … and develop into what could be or should be or will be … I mean, the obituary in the newspaper didn’t even get the date that she died correct. All was well now. In hindsight, I just should not have said that I would. He faltered, like a new born calf taking its first slippery steps. “This is what it’s all been leading up to.”