cemented...

she is sitting alone hidden by the cover of darkness.  cemented in her insecurity.  wrapped in her tears for comfort.  searching the immense inky void for a pin prick of hope.

 

just my leading lady appeared in my dreams this time.  she is so sad.  it is hard to watch her.  i wish i knew what happened to her.  why she is alone.  why she is sad. 

 

she is on his side of the bed curled around his pillows.  hombre black rivers are coursing down her face.  she is whispering, so quiet that unless you saw her mouth moving you wouldn't know she was emitting a sound.

 

i can only imagine that she is saying a prayer.  praying that he will return to her.  that the immense passion they shared isn't over.  that they will find a way.

 

she is flipping through pictures.  smiling.  touching the glossy paper in a gentle manner.  tears are once again carving channels down her face.

 

i wish i could've seen what she was looking at.  i would like to think it is pictures of her and her leading man together.  it breaks my heart that she seems to feel it is hopeless.

 

she is once again lying on his side of the bed.  filling every space he had once claimed.  she wraps her arms around herself in a comforting embrace and drifts off to sleep, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

 

i am happy that she is finding sleep.  this must mean that she has stopped fretting.  stopped thinking about what happens next.  has given the battle over to God. 

 

the next thing that happened blew me away.  that dreamy leading man appeared.

 

he slips in beside her, pulling her close to his chest.  presses a single kiss on her forehead and whispers, "we are going to be okay".  she kisses him fiercely on the lips then settles into the comfort of his arms and murmurs, "welcome home".