Sadness fills my heart, but I put on a brave face – you don’t want to see me blue. But, how can I not be brokenhearted comparing how we were to how we are now? I excuse myself and go to the other room to get the things I need to get you ready – clothes, makeup, perfume… You want to look your best. I look upwards and pat my lower eyelid dry. Keep it together.
Walking back into the room, I smile, filled with my love for you. I had vowed to take care of you, and I will – it’s my duty, my job. The moisturizer has dried; time for the clothes. Carefully, I lift your arms and put your favorite summer dress on you. You used to stop and smell all the flowers whenever we would go out. I used to get mad – it slowed us down. Now, I realize that you were pausing moments and making them last forever.
I hope you like my makeup job. First, it’s the foundation – I dab it, making sure it’s spread evenly. Then, blush. But not too much – we’re not dressing you up as a clown. I even add touches of bronzer for contour. I hope you’re proud. Blue eyeshadow, just like your eyes – calming. Powder pink lipstick glides
The spark from your eyes has gone. Oh, Carla, what am I going to do without you?
Just as I spritz some perfume on you, I am told that the funeral guests are starting to gather.
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