Wife by Lou Freshwater

On the day she died my mind was flooded with images of her, mixed up, no order, just chaos taking up space as if to hold back the absence which was beginning to take its own form and which over the next days and weeks would strike me down, not until I was on my knees but well after, grinding my curled up and hopeless body with the gravity it alone controlled until the pain and loss felt as if it was breaking my bones not by snaps, but by a slow ache and giving in to the pressure. In these days I wanted to escape the images, and there were so few ways to help me do this. Even drugs and alcohol only softened the edges, blurred the center, slowed the herky-jerky slides of her living a life she no longer had. We, no longer had. But years have passed now, and those images have changed or disappeared. What used to be a scene has broken into fragments and blips of her on a screen I can’t control or manipulate. I feel a crushing guilt about this. I wished her away. I begged her to stop coming. I could not take the pain I should have been able to endure. And now, as time unfolds in front of me, I wonder what will be left of her. Will I be able to see her when I need to, or will she completely retreat into an unbearable blind spot.


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14 responses to “Wife by Lou Freshwater

  1. Wow, thaks for sharing!

  2. Jessie Peacock

    Beautiful piece.

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  4. Absolutely stunning work, really riveting, poetic prose.

  5. Joanne Jagoda

    Great piece. Loved how you used the theme.

  6. That first long run-on sentence was perfect for conveying the immense pain and sadness this character was feeling. The came the guilt: that seesaw that is life…
    Very good story, Lou!

  7. Lou

    Thank you, everyone. I really appreciate it.

  8. Really good piece, Lou. I did tend to break it down, slow myself down, in a second reading to absorb it all.

  9. love this sad story, so full, so empty all at once. peace…

  10. Oh my goodness. Wow. Phenomenal.

  11. len kuntz

    very sad and tender. nice job.

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  13. Lou

    Thank you all, so much. I’m very grateful for your responses.

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