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. 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 of her laughter