It's almost time.
The sweet summer breeze touches my face as the sun begins to set.
Three words occupy my being. They come and go crushing rhythmically like waves hitting the shore.
I never tried. I never tried. I never tried.
Tears start streaming down my cheeks.
I'm sitting alone on the bench I used to sit with my wife gazing the vast ocean she loved so much.
The inscription on the bench keeps me company,
"To the best wife, mother and grandmother anyone could ask for. You saw light in everyone. We miss you."
It's time. I have to make my way back.
Regret envelops me but guilt keeps me around another day.
I start walking. My shadow reluctantly folllows me home.
The day is gone. I never tried.