“It will be long enough, for a life,”
She blinked back tears
And said nothing
Because she knew that no matter
How long he would be
Would not be longevity
Instead, she patted his hand and
Plumped his pillows
And fussed with the covers
Over his beloved
Now a shadow of itself.
The shadow smiled.
He always had.
At his last inhale, she smiled back.
Note: Dedicated to all tender goodbyes. Especially the final kind.