The Visitation

I will no longer claim to know
Where we go when it’s time to go
But when you go, will I go too?
When you go, I am going too
— Torres, The Exchange

Shaking,  softly whispering, holding, wishing to never have to let go again. Her arms clung tightly to him, knowing he would not be here long, or ever again.

A wish come true-- a visit from the sky...