Everyone said he was crazy but he still loved me.
And, when he was forced to choose - them or me - he chose me.
Our stride, our steps matched and
we’d catch the hidden miracles no one else seemed to see.
And he told me first.
That he was dying.
Fewer walks.
Different silverware.
Only the hidden miracles remained.
Then, he found a guy that understood that kind of dying.
It was that time.
We swam in tears until we both knew there was still forever.
Only the hidden miracles remained.