Haibun: February Rain
On the night it happened, we were living apart; he in the home we once shared and I in a little bungalow not far away. Separated after almost 7 years of marriage. For ten months, he begged me to come home and I refused. I asked him to see someone, get help and only then would I reconsider.
It’s a cold winter night after 3 AM and my phone is ringing. Another late night call, begging me to come over, to talk, to cook him something after his gig. I had gone to him many times before, I still loved him, but this time I didn’t. Why, I don’t know, but God must have seen what was coming.
Would I be here writing this now if I had gone or would he have taken me with him? Or even worse, would he have done it in front of me, scarring my soul forever?
Still, I’m altered, changed, different and will be for the rest of my life.
one heart no longer beating