I had a dream, I was at my own funeral. People were there who shouldn't have been, strangers I had never seen before. Unfamiliar faces that seemed so out of place, in the space of my after life.
My second bride appeared before me and sang the song I asked her to sing when I passed away. She was bewitching and beautiful, just as she was when I fell in love with her.
My first bride appeared before me and signed me a long lost love poem she'd written me, in sign language. She was deaf, and I had never learned sign language in life, but I understood every word she signed. It was heart stopping, just as she was when I fell in love with her.
My first boyfriend came next, face to face with me. He merely pressed his forehead to mine and communicated the deep love he once felt for me, in thought only. He never could communicate emotions easily, but I understood him perfectly in that space. My heart broke wide open.
Then came my second boyfriend. He passed long before I did, but he'd found his way back from death to attend mine. His heart bled out and his presence overcame me. The depths with which he loved me in life were beyond my comprehension. Only in that moment did I understand how deeply he loved me, despite my inability in life to accept that love.
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