He lies beneath my garage floor. There he can be nice and warm and no longer need to worry about the things that had him so worked up before. I will cry for him soon, but it will not be tears of grief. Tears of joy are what will celebrate the life he left behind. Secret tears cried in secret locations…for he is “on holiday” you see.
I walk the Earth with a different purpose now. The land beneath my feet feels like my own, the air that I breathe tastes like life, and the world I see now is in colour for once. Even the snowy days seem friendly to me, for those days are mine. All my days are mine now. Let me stray from my path if I want. Who will stop me? I know he won’t, he couldn’t even try now. I will dance in the rain and drink ‘til I drop and wear nothing at all if I feel like it. As my body heals of its breaks and bruises, his will decay. As my mind feels freedom and comfort, his will feel the feeding of the worms and the ants. A movement of energy from one source to another, is that not how this world works?
How long he will be “on holiday” for I do not know. Eventually someone will start to miss him. I can’t tell you why, I mean, I sure don’t. And they can do what they want with me. Drag me away, lock me up and chain me to my bed if they must. I will still not be as trapped as I was then. On that day I will leave my home, lock my door and say “Farewell, my love.” My life will still be mine. My choices will still be my own and my freedom will still run wild, for he lies beneath my garage floor.
