Years pass before him as he faces the journey ahead. Birds sing outside his window—an angelic melody, a gift. Lying on his side of the bed, as he had for decades, is both comforting and painful. He kisses the air goodnight, as he did for years. Clutching her pillow, he fears the day her scent will vanish, wishing it would stay forever.
At his age, a multitude of memories have been lost, but his memories of them together are never too difficult to summon. They dance to their favorite songs, holding each other close, but a passerby sees only an old man dancing alone. He kisses her ruby-red lips and feels the softness of her skin against his, as a neighbor, through the window, sees the crazy old man kissing the air.
He passed quietly in his sleep, lying on his side of the bed, listening to the angelic songs of the birds, kissing her ruby-red lips, a smile on his face as he breathed in her scent and looked out the window as people watched their last dance.
Mike 2026
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