He still wore the ring
he was still alive..
It had been weeks since he had heard from her,
no phone call, not even a message. What had she chosen?
Why had she disappeared into thin air?
Why? Why could he find no reason??
Little Marcus was just about getting used to her absence..
And even as he was getting better at putting Marcus to bed..
All he wanted really, was an answer for this act of quittance.
Why did she leave with everything unsaid??
She looked at her ring..
Even as she breathed her last..
Eight weeks ago, she left everything behind,
For she couldn't tell Marcus,definitely not John..
but, since the tumor had begun making her blind,
She knew, it wasn't going to be long, before she was gone.....
She couldn't inflict the pain on him, for there was nothing he could alter...
Yet she wanted to be remembered with a smile,
So she penned down a little letter,
to explain her exile.
This is my entry for Bluebell Books: Short Story Slam: