Closures are important. Old makes way for new, my father used to say.
I sat longer than was safe to watch the sun rise one last time. I let it fill my heart and warm my soul like it always did. I let it assure me that everything will be alright again. I didn’t believe it, but I didn’t want to think otherwise. I didn’t want to think at all.
I ended an era as the day began.
The sedatives I mixed in his drink were heavy. I would be long gone before he wakes up, if at all.
A late entry for Madison’s Friday prompt-
I leave you with a beautiful song…