Warm, wet lavender; insignificant, until it later occurred to me that it was hers. As was summer, and autumn and winter and spring. And I knew she had my heart, too. In her pockets, where my gods where.
Godless, motherless, and no Mrs. to my name. What about the children? Hers!
New beginnings, yes! Letting go and moving on, yes, yes! And what was that thing you said? 'Finally at peace'. Go ahead and smile, why shouldn't you? FINALLY AT PEACE!
FI-NA-LLY... at... peace.