Monologue: The Widow Below the Stars

Here I stand, alone again, upset again and missing you.

I come here every night to visit, but it’s not how it used to be.

Here in this graveyard, in the dark, by your grave.

Sometimes I plan not to visit and I try to sleep…like everyone else.

But I always end up back here. Maybe it’s because it hasn’t been long?

A year isn’t long is it?  … You’re all I think about.

I remember how we used to walk in the evenings, watching the sun set behind the amber glowing clouds.

I remember walking until the stars were high in the sky and we didn’t even care.

We used to stay up endlessly watching the night sky…it was so perfect; It made me feel like our love was as endless as the stars.

Maybe that’s why I’m here now, at this time, with the same stars above my head.

I miss those times with you.

Now you’re gone, the music that once echoed around the house has turned to silent emptiness.

Sometimes I think I can hear the piano playing when I come home and even though I know it can’t be true, a wild hope flares in my heart and I imagine you there… Like you used to… playing the piano.

Wars are terrible things; when you went away, I didn’t really think you wouldn’t come back…I did worry, but I always thought you’d one day appear by the door and smile that smile of yours and…it would all be okay.

Instead of returning to me, you never came home. You never got to smile, laugh, walk and create music ever again… And you’ll never get the chance to.

I’m trying so hard to be strong for you, to be strong like you… but I’m slowly wearing down and I don’t know how much longer I can do this, will the hurting stop?

Everything rings around my mind like an endless bell, driving me slowly mad.

You’re all I want, you’re all I loved, you were my happiness.

What right did the world have to take you?

We were so happy… Everything was just the way I wanted it… But I guess, the word happiness would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.