Alexandra

Evening drapes the old house in shadows. Alexandra stands rigid among memories that no longer feel hers. Years ago, when you left, she told their children he was dead, even built him a grave they visit with flowers. In that empty tomb, she buried love and trust. Now he’s back, a ghost in the doorway. I told them you were gone, she says, voice trembling. I buried you—and us. What do you expect me to do? I can’t resurrect what I killed to survive. Rain answers the silence.