His One & Only

The tree limbs were in that conscious divide, part ofthe way dying and part of the way springing back to life. It overlooked theonce busy lake. At one time it housed children swimming within its shallows andfishing poles hanging where the water deepened.

Once a happy place of wonder and joy; now full ofsorrow and angst. What appeared punched with blue now cropped into an abyss.Black and without feeling. & nbsp;

The house backed up to the reservoir where it alwayssmelled like Thanksgiving. Perfect meals and baked goods formerly prepared withoutflaw. Now it stands as an empty birdcage. The house that no longer held ontorelationships anew. It withered and dwindled into nothingness. Thoughts longforgotten. Memories shaded.

His love was lost. When she vanished, out went thesmells and tastes and colors. She who created what once was. His cares wereabandoned.

His once smooth exterior was now wrinkled and pining forthe care of a woman. He was lost and aging. Almost gone.

Waiting.

Just waiting.

To join her again.

Black and white.