|"I love you. Sorry, I'm late."|
"I should have come sooner. I should have paid attention. But the clock seemed to have no hands. I watched a candle for an hour. Not sure why. My mind danced with the flame. Wax poured onto my lap. I didn't feel the pain. I've been numb for years. And then I realized I had to go.
"I hope you can hear what I'm trying to say. I never wanted to walk the walk we took. Too many rocks. And we could see the smooth path only yards away. Why did we have to take the rocks? I'm sorry. I don't mean to be angry. But the clock had no hands. And the wax. I'm mumbling now. I'm sorry.
"But I love you. And I wanted to say...
"Excuse me, sir," said the pretty nurse in her bright starched white uniform. Her muffled grin warmed me. "We're here to take the body out."