I reach for her hand. To be like we have always been. Together. She retreats. In her body and heart. The space between us stretching out. Unreachable. Unfillable. Untold. To whom do we look now? From whom will our redemption be sought and given? You were all that for us. And now you are not. Just like that. Just like that you are not. So who do we become now? Without you? We will sit. We will wait. Eyes forward. Heart heavy. We will wait. For your answer. To come. Like it always has.