A tired man, weathered face filled with the valleys of ages, sits alone the overhead gleaming from his salt and pepper tresses.
The face of his wife, a picture in his mind, her fresh teeth shining, warms that room for her reserved in his thoughts.
He believed they would dance together to a mutual end. He lived on, not alive for a while. Others sought his hand, but his amygdala could stand no other touch.
He closes his eyes, and she beckons. A warmth engulfs him from inside and emerges to surround him.
A voice in his ears pulls him like a siren.
She takes his hand, and he walks away with her.
Finally, neighbors stand outside as the hearse drives away.