Yesterday I read about a young officer
who found his pregnant wife dead in the tub.
Probably aneurysim. Cause didn't matter
when he tucked his motherless children
into bed last night or when he found her
shoes under the table or had to look
in her purse to find a number to cancel
her appointments, explain her absence.
Marriage risks that kind of loss,
whole fiber of family unwoven in
the moment a heart does not beat.
Yet he risked it. I risked it twice.
Love is stronger than loss.