this morning #960.

this morning, we went out on a very long walk, sauntered through the park, crept past old haunts. took our time & talked things over. it’d been a while since we’d been out together like this. for just over a year, i’d needed her to stay home. this time was my time, a mindful space all mine where i could get away from the place we’d made & focus on other stuff for once. this morning, i felt i was ready for that next step, so i invited her along. it felt nice. felt right. felt like we’d finally settled into our new roles & could now accept one another. me, the widower on the mend. she, the deceased, still a powerful presence but a ghost of who she used to be. we went out on a very long walk.