Wake me when September ends
The sun's final light fades behind me as I lie on our couch and watch the curtains darken. The chill in the air reminds us that winter wasn't long ago. I think of you out working in the cold and dark but the empathy takes a moment to hit. Am I too cold? I think our summer's past and I don't know if I can make it through our next fifty years together.
I remember my father standing strong beside my mum. How many years have passed since he left I wonder? More than I care to count or remember. How am I meant to emulate the one man I've learnt to despise? What will come of us if I stay? Can I risk the world, my world, to try and fail? No. I think it's better to wait, wait and wait. Wake me up when it's over.
The rain begins, you'll be walking through it later, and the pattering on our roof relaxes me. I recall our early years. So many years. Living, breathing, loving. But time's passed, it's had to, and I don't know if we work the same. When the time come