The old man sits on the front porch as he has done for too many years to remember. He watches as children grow and dogs follow, and each passing day brings him closer to the love of his life.
He made some friends along the way but didn't know their names. They were just passersby on an evening walk, smiling and sometimes waving like friends do.
He's seen the trees grow from saplings he planted when he built their house, and now, they tower over the roof, heading in the same direction he hopes to go. He rocks slowly in the swing he made for her one Christmas, remembering the look on her face as she embraced him and told him it was perfect. They sat on that swing every evening when the sun was setting her hand in his as the world around them passed in front of their eyes with a smile and a wave.
It's just him now as he slowly swings, keeping one hand on the spot she sat beside him, leaving the other hand free to wave as the passerbyes looked his way, knowing that swing would soon be still except for times the gentle winds blew. When he passed, They sat together once more on the swing he made for her one Christmas many years ago, her hand resting in his as they rose beyond the tree tops to a place where everyone waved and smiled and true love had no end.
Mike 2025
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