Going Home, by Mary Wallace

It’s true, your life does flash before your eyes, although mine was more of a slow drift. Images of childhood wafted through until the moment I was longing for - that you moment, the burst of paradise in an otherwise mundane life. Only two years together before you died, and now, in the grey of my life’s memory, my time with you stands out like a lightning flash. As my tired heart ceases its beating, I pray for the light which beckons me home, to be you.