A sadden beast is wrapping its arms around us. A sea, swollen and grey; sinking ships of bone-ache and heartbreak and everything in-between. Melancholy humming and waves of apathy, some days better than others.
It surfaced (sooner rather than later) beautiful and whole. The half-moons had disappeared and been replaced by tiny roses, thunder swapped for sweets under Mother Nature’s rule. But the sea-salt had glued their eyes shut; eyelashes knitted together like held hands of dying lovers.
It was her love of silent letters that brought them back. Names starting with M; Margot, Marlow, Morgen, Maddox. Shiny buttons and His handwriting. The way selfless movies made her weep. Everything that caused heartbeats to quicken; these are the things we should never forget.