3 Months; 6 Years

He carries the weight

hard in his heart

Held sharply with rocks and

with twine.

Should ever a place

More quickly delay

A growth or a hope

He's inside.

Each morning he wakes 

with shards in his throat

He swallows but ne'er do

they clear.

The pain and the doubt

still reside in his chest

It grips him most tightly

in fear.

Her eyes slam quick open

she wakes in a rush.

Sweat covers her body 

and chills.

Shes certain he's there

feels his eyes over her

Caressing her soft ripe 

appeal.

Her fingers stand still

she reaches for him

As tears wet her cheeks;

slide and fall.

It's only an image

no real beating heart

To hear and to hold in 

the call.

They each ache so deep

the Angels can feel it

They call out to God 

in their name.

But only the time will

prepare them for love

They ne'er thought they could

lay claim.