Just a thought January 2011.

‘Cause even until the last day, he held her. He wrapped his arms around her, much like the blanket he used to tuck her in before he left for work. She felt a light kiss on her forehead as he brushed five strands of hair off her face. Closer, he held her. He did not stop until the tears running down her face came closer and closer to his cheek. So close, it almost touched his tongue and tasted like salt water in the San Francisco bay. He was breaking down as she was breaking into pieces. “One minute”, she said. And for fifty two more seconds, he held her. And in those fifty two moments, there was nothing but silence. The last eight were the most excruciating. ‘Cause every second, five, four, three, two, and one. His hand slowly slipped away and his eyes left the sight of hers.
And that is probably the last time we’ll ever be together.