She sat in her chair.

You know, the kind that has wheels.

And air to breathe through plastic tubes.

She waging war within her body.

He stalwart, showing strength for her.

She a bit twisted, a bit slumped to one side.

Nodding out from moment to moment.

Holding her man in a cramped hand.

He with a smile and look that said every moment was important.

Looking lovingly into each other's eyes and beyond.

Into each other's souls.

Both not betraying their losses.

Not knowing,

What could have been.

Not knowing,

What will presently be.

They will be again soon enough.

Holding hands, running on a beach.