That pausing moment, when you enter the room and I pause. It is the same today, two loving strangers bound by tomorrow; by then…

A grace descends as another grace ascends. Two prayers pass by, lightly touching the tips of wings, lightly, as if forever just happened. There is a promise in the dishes. There is a promise in the chair. There is a promise in the promise.

See it in my eyes, as I see it in yours.