“You are my sunshine. . .”
The tires stop.
“My only sunshine. . .”
He steps out of his car. He walks to the gravestone.
”You make me happy. . .”
He kneels.
”When skies are gray. . .”
Thunder. Rain begins to pour as his eyes fill with tears.
”You’ll never know, dear. . .”
He places a small bouquet of tiny red roses on her grave.
”How much I love you. . .”
He reads her much loved and remembered name, the one he caught himself mumbling everyday. He closes his eyes.
”Please don’t take. . .”
He slumps as the rains soaks him, chilling his already chill body.
”My sunshine. . .”
His body jerks as he sobs.
”Away. . .”
-Angela R. Watts