What sustains me is this: your sweet face, your shining eyes, the way my kisses still make you smile in delight and wonder.
Sometimes…my losses are so great I do not know how to bear the silence.
To exist in such isolation…
Then we touch, curl together, fitting as you say, like spoons. My arms encircle you: your cheek on my arm, your foot slides along my leg until it finds just the right curve to serve its angle of repose.
The beat of your heart against my chest steadies me: I am pulled into the gravitas of your orbit.