Cemetery Moment

He stood over the grave. It was a sunny day, the grass was green, the birds were singing and it seemed like a perfect time to do this. He wanted to speak out loud, but there were people about, somebody raking leaves, a family visiting another grave, so he just thought.

”I came here to say that it is okay,” he thought, “All the things you did. I forgive you. I am over it.”

He looked over his shoulder, he could see his car, and his girlfriend in the passenger seat. They were going to get something to eat after this, but that did not matter. Only the moment mattered. It had to be perfect.

He became aware of his appearance. He was wearing a shirt and jeans. He could have worn a jacket at least, would make it a little bit better. But this was okay too, this could work.

”I am all grown up now,” he got back to thinking, “And you cannot hurt me anymore.”

He wished he could see himself from a distance, standing over the grave. The man raking the leaves would not be in the shot, and neither would be the other family. And you would not be able to see the road was so close, with cars parked. It would just be a great green meadow with white tombstones and a solitary man making peace with his past.

Posted by: Paweł Kowaluk