He often finds himself slowly swinging on the wooden swing he made for her decades ago. It was a place where laughter and tears came together, a sanctuary from the rain, a spot for savoring iced tea in summer and steaming coffee to watch the winter sunrise.
The swing had secrets, and rightfully so, as it was the one place where emotions coupled with unspoken words seemed to soothe and relax to the sound of the squeaking swing.
Apologies were made, love professed, and holding hands in silence, the warmest feeling in the world.
She would sit there, slowly cutting off the ends of snap peas, looking out at the place she called home. The sights and smells of the farm, along with the rocking in the chair, brought her great comfort as she laughed a little, watching him kick the tractor that obviously wouldn't start.
Her entire world could be seen from the swing he made for her so long ago.
Now alone, he had no words to express how much he missed her and their times swinging together. A simple thing that told their life stories one chapter at a time. There are moments when he leans against the railing, looking at the empty swing, stopping for a minute to picture her there smiling and cutting snap peas, professing her love for him as he lets the tears flow and whispers I love you too.
Mike 2025
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