Stick - Open

I stabbed the ground with the stick in my hand, and stared, lost, at the headstone infront of me.
I just didn't know what to say.
No, I did. But there were too many things that wanted to spill from my guilty mouth that it all clogged up my throat, and I couldn't say a single word.
There was one thing which was in my head.
I'm sorry.

I realized that I had traced those words in to the dirt by the grave. I watched it until a gust of wind covered it up with loose soil again. Hiding it. Forever.
I sighed, almost sobbing, and turned away.

"I won't forget you," I managed.
Because that's what lovers do, right? They stick together.

The End

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