Sometimes he’d imagine nightmare scenarios
cancer
car accident
murder
Her the subject. Him powerless.
Jerking awake in a cold sweat, he’d pray
GodprotectherlikeIcantohGodohGodohGodwatchoverher
The dawn would creep in the window
She’d awake, smiling at him, sleepy-eyed
Not knowing the weight
In a light kiss, the leaden pressure would lift
A flight of doves
A balloon in rainbow colors
And together
Him and her
Hand in hand
Would walk through the new light
Enjoying the gardens, talking of nothing
Bathed in Providence
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Beautiful.