Listening

I try to quiet myself, little sweetheart, and listen for you in the things around me. Sometimes a bird will sing insistently outside my window or a watch, its battery long expired, will begin ticking and I'll know it is you making your presence known in a way that merely mortal I can detect. You send me word through these events, your word that you are nearer than I can imagine and that all is not lost. That in just a little while we will be together again and forever. This morning as I made coffee, I heard a quiet whirring sound, like an old movie camera  buzzing away. I moved closer to the sound and discovered it was coming from the frame of this photo of you and I that we took the first morning we woke together here in my/our apartment. It's the two of us in the kitchen and the photo itself is on a shelf here in the kitchen. This morning it was vibrating brightly, as you can hear if you listen. And I am. I am listening, little sweetheart. May I always always hear you. With all my love forever.