A Promise Kept by Candle Flame
by Kelly M Sandoval
After your death, everyone's so ready to move on. They offer to help me pack up your things, and then, to pack up my things. It's only weeks and my father's talking about cleaning out his guest room for me. Honey, he says, you can't sleep in the same room where Gemma passed on.
That's how they say it. Passed on. At the funeral, the priest talks about heaven, about God welcoming his daughter home. He talks about all the good you did, and how you deserve your rest.
But I know better. You promised to stay with me. No matter what, you said. Love beyond death, if necessary. You used to say it with a smile. After the sickness came, you stopped smiling. But you kept promising. You held my hand and said you'd send me messages. Love letters in dust or frosted glass. Whatever it took, for as long as I needed.
Well, my love, I need. And you've always kept your promises.