Do you still believe.
Love.
I wonder.
Do we ever understand it.
I sat with a woman.
We watched as death crept closer to her husband.
With each breath it seemed at hand, only to watch him fight for another.
She was old, but she still had things she wanted to tell him.
Her tears fell as books narrating the story of her broken heart.
They fell, landing upon the wood burning stove, instantly turned to vapor with sizzling finality.
Gone.
Not more than a second after they were cried.
A mist that appears for a little while, and then vanishes.
That is life.
But love.
Maybe that is more.
In Love,
Matt
