When I meet her
she is beautiful in the light
the light behind her
shining so I can only see her silhouette
her silhouette holding my hand
the two of us holding hands like
we had never been separated
never seen death through tearing her
from my womb
without asking her what she thought
or if she would rather stay
stay with me
and still, she holds me
holds onto me like love remains
and I am surely falling
falling when she turns her face to me