Unanswered

Did she forget how the sun felt on her skin?  How a cool breeze could twirl her hair?  How the sand had tickled her toes?

Did she forget about the taste of chocolate brownies or how her mouth would water, almost painfully so, right before she bit into a granny smith apple?  Forget about the smell of freshly made popcorn? The aroma of chocolate chip cookies as they were pulled from the oven?   

Did she forget what it was like to awake in the early morning, curl up beside her lover and breathe him in as he held her close?

Could she not remember Christmas?  The glow of stringed lights?  The way the snow would glisten upon the driveway, like glitter on an art room floor?

Did she forget her favorite song?  Or the way she could laugh, almost with failure to breathe, over a rerun of Seinfeld?  Did she forget about that book she started to read?

Would she miss her dog?

Did she just get tired?

Bored?

Curious?

What was she thinking as she tightened that white leather belt around her neck?  As those silver circle notches began to leave their imprint? 
What were her thoughts when she was choking out that little girl who made sand angels on the beach?  While she was suffocating the teenager who experimented with make-up and boys?  While she was snuffing out the last of the young woman who had just started to plan her wedding?

And in those last minutes, was she scared?

Relieved?

Unsure?

And what was her very last thought?

Was it of me?

Was it of you?

                                              

                                                               
                                                               - by: Deevious -