Red sky at night

All hands on deck. Rain in the forecast casts an end to the adventure. A curtain falls.  I am thrown back into my life without a lifeboat.  Without a vest. To the realization that my purpose was your desire. Am I without a purpose now? Will I turn back into a pumpkin?  You are now the past. My past. His past. Past. Gone. I circle the place where you died, on my way to meet my family. You were my family. You were the one. If I keep things as they were, I will perish too. But I know it is not my time. If pushed, you would have admitted that you would not want it so.

I take the sailor by the hand and we venture forth in the rain. It was supposed to be a delight.  Instead, it is a series of sharp stabs to the chest. But, that is only the first step. The recognition that I can breathe without you is a shock. It prompts exploration. I discover the honey and the bee have taken shelter within.