Shadow

Moonbeams stream through the window, and a gentle breeze rustles the palm tree outside.

It’s been three weeks now since you left this world, and I still cannot believe it.

The same palm tree in the front yard that we saw every night still stands.

The moon we watched together shines, and one of your surfboards casts a shadow across the floor.

Big wave season took you away

I am still breathing.

Everything looks the same

Except you are not here.

I stay awake into the late hours, hoping that somehow the threshold between life and the afterlife will diminish.

All I need is a sign or a message.

I look over and notice the shadow from your surfboard has reached your side of the bed.

I drift into sleep.