Her

People rushing to get to somewhere... The sound of footsteps... Trains come and go, the whistle that announces every train to come...
"Please mind the gap." every other minute. 
People in suits, people in dresses, people with red hair and people with bright pink hair.
No one compares to her. No one is as pretty as she is. No one as amazing. Pity I am the only one allowed to see her.
I can't get myself to get on a train without her. Today's not the day. I go back home. Home, where she is. Home, where she has been waiting for me all day. She must have missed me. She always does. She is the only person who loves me more than I do.
"Hello, darling." I announce my arrival. She runs to the door and kisses me. All I feel is the ghost of her lips. Her dark red lips... 
I haven't gotten a word out of her since the horrible accident. The doctors said she wouldn't make it. They were wrong. She came back to me a few days after they said it was over. I knew they were lying. I haven't forgiven them. 
She hasn't gotten older. I have gray hair on my head and wrinkles on my skin but she hasn't gotten older. Her face just as pretty as she was when I first met her twenty years ago. She hasn't gained a pound of weight. There are no gray strands of hair on her head. No wrinkles, no strecth marks. Every night, when she comes to bed naked, she is the same as she was when I first saw her on our wedding day. It's as if the most beautiful spell has been cast on her. She doesn't age.
The phone rings. She rushes to it but can't pick it up. Her hands have gotten weaker. She can't do much anymore.
"The residence of Nixons, how can I help you?" 
"Ed, you said you were going to come in for work today and you're late. I wanted to ask if you were okay." The voice on the phone answers.
"I couldn't leave Ruby at home. She misses me most terribly." I reply. I haven't been working for two years now, always for the same reason. Ruby misses me terribly. I couldn't get on a train and leave her behind. What kind of a husband would that make me?
"Ed, I get that you're hurt and you have your own coping mechanism and everything but I lended you some money until you got yourself a job and then I got you a job. It's not optional, you have to work and pay me back. I did you enough favors. Now cut the crap about your dead wife missing you, because that's impossible. You might be missing her, but you can do that at work as well. You are coming in tomorrow, or God help me..." I hang up the phone. 
Nobody believes that Ruby is still at home with me, mostly because she doesn't leave our home. But she is. She is back. And I can't leave her alone, because she can't do much alone. She is here though. She never left me though. 
And I...
I love her.