There are things people don’t talk about, like how death and life are not two sides of the same coin. A new life sometimes emphasises the trauma from a loss.

I watch you sleep, not always in awe but sometimes to watch you breathe; taking note of the intervals between your breathes until my eyelids heavy. I know displaced souls leave the body cold, so my days starts with my hand in yours to feel the warmth of your love.

I countdown the days until you can form words, so you can express when you need me instead of me wondering, guessing if you too will slip away in the silence of the night.