You woke me, something woke me. A change in the temperature or the tension in the mattress. I watch in the gloom and see you standing beside the window. Your back is to me and the moonshine kisses your shoulders. Though I know the weight is falling from your frame I am shocked at the edges and angles that look new to me.
Still you are, frozen in the night and the silver light gleams on the cap of your hair and I see you sigh. I hear you sigh.
I know what you are looking at, looking for. I know that you can’t see what you need to. You are thinking of the children, of Sam and Trish and of Bobby. I close my eyes and behind them I can see the track of tears across your face and the pain in your eyes as you watch in the darkness.
I will take you. It is the only thing that you have asked of me through this whole sad, ghastly, dreadful debacle.
“Take me to the children.”
I told you I would, when the roadblocks have been cleared. When the fires in the cities have died. We are safe here, in our haven away from the worst of the horror and the fighting. I told you there would be time and we would go.
How many days, I can’t count them anymore, how many weeks since it began. How long since the phones went down and the radio and television were lost.
“Take me to the children.”
I will take you I said, when the risk of infection is gone. They will still be there, they’ll be fine. I’ll take you when we know that we won’t die of some horrible illness.
We are still safe here, the officials who came, was it last week? They told us that we should be safe for a while longer. Stay at home, wait for news they told us
“Take me to the children.” You said when they had gone on their brown horses with the guns on their backs.
I will take you, when they tell us it is safe.
Now you are moving, your body a wraith under the flimsy nightdress. I see you turn and there is the shine of water in your eyes and the gleam of metal in your hand and I know, I know. I don’t push up on the bed, there is no point. Your naked feet make soft sounds as you cross the carpet and now you stand beside me.
I wait for you to speak, to ask again for your one desire. You speak to me through the despair but the words are new, there is no request there is only resignation and I know, I know I have waited too long.
“I have seen the fire in the sky, the world is lost and it’s all too late.”
“I’ll take you. We’ll dress and go now. We can be there by noon. We will be with them tomorrow.”
You shake your head and as the thunder crashes and the sky turns red I understand that I will never take you to the children.