I looked a man in the face the other day

his eyes were gray and clouded over

and in them I could see her last breath

her face looked small and fair

eyes closed with soft gray locks brushing over them

I could feel the silence in the room as he wept

when I touched his hand I could feel hers

so soft and delicate you’d be worried it would break

underneath the sadness I could feel her there

see her young, them both

their first kiss underneath an oak tree 60 years ago

the first time he said “I love you”

how it felt when they both meant it

I don’t know what love is

I have never felt it

but I can imagine it was him and it was her

and how he had kissed her goodbye

she had felt it, too