Her happiness, now memories reflected on her tears, and I could imagine her feeling the same on mine.
At bedtime, she hugged me in her sleep and I couldn’t tell her dying form that she was squeezing me. She couldn’t move her head or smile until a knife ran through my chest, until something whitin it was replaced with hers.
I long to see her smile, wherever I may be when that happens. The pain didn’t last long anyway.