One Year On...

Hide all of my pride, In a leather bound book, Where my broken eyes look, by my bedside.
His eyes glazed over as he glanced across the words on the leaflet he held in his hands.  One hand let go of the rose coloured paper to sweep through his dark curls as his tanned face looked up, eyes the deepest of browns yet reddened from weeks of tears.  His breath wavered only for the slightest of moments but that was enough.  He glanced to the bedside table; there lay a single picture on top of a leather book.  He grabbed the book, opening its gold lined pages to the first page he could find.
'Now, go get your husband and bring him here'
His lip bled as he bit into the rosy flesh.  The table fell into splinters as he punched it as hard as he could, fall to the floor in a pile of tears and raw sadness.

Leave all I didn't say, All the unspoken words, That you never heard, In yesterday.
The tear marked her trouser leg, the denim now considerably darker as more tears fell.  Her purple hair fell about her face as she looked up to the ceiling, muttering a prayer with a rosary clutched in one hand.  The rosary glinted in the light with an inscription.
'I will always love you, no matter the distance.'
Her sapphire eyes hazed with tears as she looked down.

I see you drifting on the surf.  Floating away from solid earth.  Into an ocean, That goes on, and on, and on.  That goes on, and on, and on.
A scream echoed as the brunette jolted awake, staring sadly into the darkness.  She grabbed her sheet and looked at her bedside clock. 3 Am. Her eyes closed and her mind revisited the image that had awakened her.  A shadow walking out into the sea, un fearing of the waves.  She shouted and shouted but nothing.  No response, the figure walked until she could no longer see the shadow on the horizon.

Hold your head up high.  When you enter the gates, And your heaven awaits.  You hold on high.
Rina stood in dead silence, staring at the small gravestone infront of her.  she swallowed hard, bending down and wiping some of the early snow from the grave.
'Zacharias Caprio DesLausier Born December 12th 1980.  Fell Asleep October 12th 2010.  Gone to his Lord and Master xx'
A tear fell onto the snow followed by a hand.
"How are ya darling?  It's been a while I know… tourin and all that, you know what life's like dontcha."
she laughed slightly.
"So hows heaven?  Hope you aint flirting too much, always said that was one of your slight downfalls.  Who am I kidding.. you were fuckin perfect Zacky ol' boy.  i…. I fuckin love you… I always did.. never anyone else… god Zack… not even the doctor… not as much as you…"
Rina realised Zack wouldn't deny it.  Not anymore.
"I came by because its been a year since you…. Left.  And I miss you man.  I really miss you. Its like… i.. died with you.  i… I miss you so goddamn much…"
Her voice cracked and he began to sob loudly.
"Why the fuck didn't you get tested! Why! Then you'd... still be here…"
She straightened with a smile.
"you better still be wearing my ring mate… that cost me a bomb.  I still wear the one you bought me… never take it off."
He showed the diamond engagement to the grave.
"I really wanted to see you at the altar.  You'd look amazing in a suit, you always did look amazing…"

she felt two hands on her shoulders, one was Tasha's, one was Johnny's.  Johnny smiled to Rina as Tasha held her close and took her to one side.
"Hey Zacky.  How ya doin?  Say hi to Jesus for me."
Johnny laughed, kneeling down.
"You always did try to get me to talk to him more.  Now I do ya see, gotta check up on you.  Ya know im getting married bro… to Melina. Wish you coulda been there… best man ya know…"
Johnny broke slightly.
"I miss you.  I really do.  I'll see ya one day though.  You better be there when I get there asshole."
He laughed standing and dropping a single rose onto the grave.