Her soft face framed by sinking too far into the pillows, smiles large and glimmers true and hopeful. She is not weak. I never gave her credit where I was concerned, but in this one moment I sense the pure strength of her-and what she really needs it for. She is utterly beautiful. She falls back to sleep.
Nothing seems to add up.
In this room, at this moment, time has slipped into obscurity. It is not anything I have to hold onto. What I am left with is 'us' as fragile and as satisfying as ever. I am here fills up my thoughts at this moment. I have faith here in this small hospital room.