The Way Her Heart Spoke Your Name

I held you when the world went quiet. When the snow was falling thin.

And the moment that your eyes closed, something old came rushing in.

Not a memory I remember, but a feeling I once claimed. Then your heartbeat

hit my hands and it spoke my wife's name. I knew before

the words were spoken, knew before you tried to explain. There was something

in your trembling, in the rhythm I could not make. It was more

than revelation, more than loss or tender pain. It was the echo of a

lifetime in the way her heart spoke your name. I saw pieces