“And so, I shall see you Friday”

As the ghosts walk by, I feel my heart shrivel within its frail physical embodiment. He isn’t here… still. I know I should just abandon my feeble vigil watching over that spot, to the detriment of where I am supposed to be focussed, but my mind has very little say in my body’s current actions.

Joining the stream, I begin to depart this place of disappointments, surrounded by supports, yet never leaning. I am unable to stop; this is a burden which I alone must carry inside of me, these unrealisable feelings, this course I am not allowed to sail.

With each step my heart sinks, deeper and deeper, as I slowly let out a whisper-like sigh. This is all they will take from me, these ghosts, never caring, yet always listening, looking to fall upon those like me, frail with burdens.

I feel myself going ever deeper as the portal ahead comes ever closer. Yet even as I am giving up hope of survival, I see a glimpse on the edge of my despair, a glimmer of that which I treasure most dearly. I begin to struggle against this entangling feeling, trying to break free of its clutches. I can sense the rising sun of escape up ahead, just that little bit further.

Yet as I break from that world of darkness, I see Him walking away, through the crowds as a legend among the dead, cleaving his way to another world, another life. I expect to feel loss at His departure. I feel instead a sense of calm knowing He has been here, and would be again.

Next time I will be quicker.