TheBanyanTree: We Don't Say A Lot

[LaLinda]

We don't say a lot, these days
We lie in bed
My face feels the shudder
Of his heart as it announces:
I'm here. 
I still live.

For how long
Is death's daily secret
One we all live, even those who ignore it
Who don't yet see how death
Walks with us
Always
The constant, relentless companion
Patient for its certain finish

For now
In isolated bubbles of grief
Suspended together, but not,
thinking identical things, unspoken
Waiting out the veil of sorrow's timing