she held him in her knowing.
knowing someday he'd be holding her in all her frailty.
And someday he'd be holding some else with all his love.
knowing.
as though the moment of letting go had already arrived.
loving.
as though her next breath depended on it.
holding on.
as though she was holding on to time.
Art: A Simple Hug, David Kiely, @kiely8474
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