I’m lying absolutely still next to my sleeping son, adrift in my thoughts when I notice his silhouette appearing around the corner, shrouded in darkness and nighttime haze.
“I missed you – I woke up without you again and I thought you’d be here with him but I just had to check…”
His voice is sleep-roughened and thick with shadows as he tucks a blanket around me. He always brings a blanket because he knows how cold I get.
I reach for him, wordlessly, beseeching him to stay, and he folds his tall form down to lie with us, tucking his arm around my waist and nestling his face into the back of my neck before I feel his body start to shake in what has become a familiar movement.
We stay that way until dawn, bound together in love and grief atop the tear-dewed gravestone.
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