From Black and Red

I woke with a start for the room felt cold, misty in a way. The covers were pilled around me but I was freezing, The day had been a blur. The funeral, the sadness. It all sank in again. You were gone, you chose to be gone and I had to deal with it. "I'm sorry" ,was the next thing I heard,"I'm sorry". I pulled the covers back to see a figure at the foot of my bed but I was not afraid, I knew who it was. Even in the dark he seemed pale and sad not the man I remembered. He shirt was socked with blood. "I'm sorry", was all he said. I stared at him for what seemed like hours until he faded into the dark, then for the first time in five days I cried. Was it a dream? To this day I can't say and for me it never really mattered..