Hands, Hand, Together, Prayer, Community

the beauty of him
the way his hands
moved over me
the feel of his lips
against mine
the way we spoke
without words
his smile
his serious blue eyes
I told him I couldn't live
without him
don't be silly
he muttered
I told him
we'd had a great life
a perfect life
we did
he whispered
sliding into
unconsciousness
when he was gone
everything was dark
and flat
I couldn't think of a single reason
to take another breath
and when I finally hit
rock bottom
a stray tuxedo cat
stared at me
through the French doors
and I knew
without a doubt
Emily  was his
final gift to me

together
they saved me