OUR TOGETHER

A sob ripped through me as I sat there clutching our last picture together. You had promised to never let me go. Throughout my cancer, you held my hand and lead me through the twists and turns of life. What now? You left me with just guilt and memories as you go away with my heart, my smile, my life.

I still remember the first day we met. I was having trouble carrying my oxygen tank outside the society gate as this young man of around my age suddenly came near and bent down fixing it without giving me a chance to look at his face. After he freed the wires he looked up at me. I took a step back in amazement. Shining almond shaped eyes, unruly nessy black hair, normal wheatish complexion and colgate worthy smile. Could he be anymore good looking. Could YOU be anymore good looking? There was suddenly a charge in the air surrounding us. That need of touching you suddenly dominated my actions as I held out my hand to shake yours. I had no idea though that it would shake my hand. I had no idea that this calloused hand would months later, slip a wedding band on my hand, would carress my body like any other man got repulsed from, scarred by needles and endless machines and the bald head, would wipe away my tears and hold my hand in the darkest of days.I had no idea that this man..you..would become my life.

Remember our first anniversary, when you , like the typical husband forgot about it. I still remember that shine in your eyes as you saw me then in sweat pants and an old t shirt with the machines attatched. They shined brighter than our chandelier that day. They shined with love.

I still remember how you supressed your own tears as you wiped away mine when the doctor declared me pregnant and yet advised me to abort it due to my weak condition. You held my hand and persuaded me to give up. I didnt. And I wont.

Today when the phone call came telling me about your accident, for a minute I cursed this little developing life inside me. That if I would have given it up. You would have never gone to buy the medicines. The car would never have crashed. But then, as I reached the hospital, and the doctors gave me the news of your , it kicked as if reassuring me what we had together. OUR TOGETHER. I wipe my tears and smile at you for the last time as I keep the photo back and go to feed our child, our together.