When I saw you in the crowd, laughing at a joke your friend had told you, the other people disappeared into vague points of decoration. Never had another person caught my focus so sharply, so completely. We closed the place that night, oblivious to all our friends leaving and the wait staff cleaning up.
My friends said “yeah, she’s cute” but to me you were completely beautiful. The way you cared for your disabled daughter was an expression of pure love, your outlook on life was positive in spite of that and your 20yr marriage on the rocks. You gave me hope and showed me the love your former husband no longer wanted. You saw something in me worth having and we had what I thought only existed in the minds and imaginations of poets and playwrights.
Then came the day I was waiting for your call and instead it was one of my best friends. “Are you sitting down? There’s been an accident… she didn’t make it. I’m so sorry…”
It’s been six years and still I burst into tears, a grown man, when I hear Clapton’s “If I Saw You in Heaven”