Someone Please Tell Her

I was standing in a plain white dress, with swollen eyes and numb body, when someone came and rested a hand on my

shoulder. I don't know if it was meant to be a comforting hand, a calling tap, a friendly pat, or something else. The

voice seemed to be an attempt of consolation but the words just flew over my head. I was too numb. But there was one

question that I did understand. The woman asked me how he had been as a life partner, to which I replied,

"We had our ups and downs, but at the end of the day, it was beautiful".

The brief answer was, surprisingly, enough for her.

But someone tell that woman, that by ups, I meant those hugs and surprises-filled mornings that started off with a gentle kiss and warming

coffee.

Someone tell her, that by downs, I meant all those days when he left home without breakfast, because he would still be angry over the fight

we would have had the previous night.

Please tell her, that by ups, I meant the ecstatic warmth of his tender hands that would slide so perfectly in mine when all I needed was a

blissful touch.

That, by downs, I meant his alarming anger when he would look down at me with bloodshot eyes and lips curved in

disappointment.

Please tell her, that by ups, I meant those nights we spent together laying on the grass, watching constellations.

And by downs, I meant the long restless hours I would spend waiting for

his smile to return.

And somebody please tell her that now that I stand on his grave, all the ups, downs and beautiful have just been hurled up in stinging silences

and haunting nightmares, thrown at me like a blazing fireball in an attempt to ruin me, to burn me.

But someone please tell the thrower that I WILL catch that fireball of memories and preserve it in that deep corner of my heart which no one

can break into, a corner where he and I will forever stay safe, forever stay together, forever live as two souls residing in one body- two souls

that can never depart.