Coat, hat, gloves – I mentally checked them off as I slid them on. The heat in my car wasn’t working and it was cold outside, a fresh snow coating everything.
My footsteps trailed behind me in the snow like a forgotten friend and for a moment I had the urge to step back into them, follow them back up the steps into the house. But I had to do this. I had to say goodbye. Tomorrow I would be in a different town, with a new house to call home.
The car rumbled to a start, loud enough to alert everyone inside that I was leaving, but no faces appeared in the windows and no one came outside to stop me. So I backed down the driveway into the night.
The cemetery was covered in a hush and fresh unbroken snow. Nothing stirred there except for me as I walked through the graves, my flashlight showing me the way.
I was starting to wonder if I’d forgotten the way when my flashlight revealed the curved top of a familiar gravestone.
Snow had piled on top and around the stone, but the carved letters were still visible.
I dropped to my knees in front of it, my fingers tracing her name.
“I miss you.”