I turned in the harsh cold wind.
He didn’t see me but he knew I was there.
He swept forth and took me in his arms,
I his beloved.
His lips in my hair, his hands exceedingly lower than anywhere I’d have normally allowed.
But this was not a happy visit.
He whispered the words I’d dreaded.
I tried to fight back the tears, they burned my cheek.
He allowed me to cry, holding me steadily.
my eyes met his, pleading him for a final kiss.