She was leaving. Although he expected this to happen sooner rather than later the inescapable fact tore into him like a dagger through his chest. Yes. She was leaving. The truth sucked the life right out of his chest.

She confessed to him that she would be taking with her a treasure trove of beautiful memories too precious to be discarded. But what about the ones that she would leave behind – abandoned, orphaned and isolated? Yes. she was leaving. The truth sucked the life right out of his chest.

There would be no more drinking to the strains of Carlos Santana’s ‘Black Magic Woman’. There would be no more consternation inducing giggles within the confines of a movie hall. There would no longer be heard her peals of laughter competing with the clinking of glasses and tumbling of ice. Yes. she was leaving. The truth sucked the life right out of his chest.

The complaining sounds of the Puegeot as she shifted gears would be a cathartic memory. As would be the curses spontaneously escaping her lips as an over enthusiastic driver tries overtaking her on a congested stretch. Her peals of laughter will be the only treasures left for him to hold onto. The madness, the melee, the methods and the marvelous days would become a fading mist. Yes. she was leaving. The truth sucked the life right out of his chest.

But wait he will. Wait for her to return like a Dante awaiting his Beatrice. Wait for her he will like a barren land eager to taste the plunging deluge of a sweet monsoon. Wait for her he will like a an art waiting to be unearthed by a Van Goh. Wait for her he will like a rough stone crying out to be plucked out of a mine and made malleable into a precious diamond. Wait for her he will in spite of all his pain and tears. Wait for her her will overcoming his deepest and unexpressed fears. Wait for her he will until the end of time. Wait for his ‘ASH’ he will, even if The truth sucked the life right out of his chest.

Written as part of the December Writing Prompts organised by https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/category/writing-prompts/

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