An eternity has passed since then. Or at least that's what my mind tells me it feels like. Staring at this slab, remains proof to the contrary. She's gone... They all are. Everywhere you go, you see them, hardback versions of their death certificate. Lined up and prepared to conjure up reserved memories for those relevant enough to have them. But this plot... This one's different. This one haunts me.

It's a haunt like no other. One that fills me with unbelievable joy, but leaves me with overwhelming sorrow. When I dream... She's there. We're together again, we're happy, but we know it's among our last chances to spend with one another. A smile and a nod of understanding are the last images burnt into my head before she fades away in my waking moments. Each time potentially saying our last goodbye...

To me, these aren't just dreams. I know I'm dreaming, she knows she's gone, and we both know what this is...

I wake up to a seemingly swollen throat, drowning eyes, and choking on silence. Joyous and melancholy, it's no wonder why they sound the same, its my morning mourning...