He saw her for the first time in a long while. It had been months or maybe years.
They all glued together after 22.
She still glowed like she was 23.
Before she had done, “all these things”, and only longed to do them.
He wishes he could have been there in the throes of it;
When the days would pass like blood over the eyes of Christ as he lay upon the cross.
He wishes he could have worn her crown of thorns or simply stopped the hurt from hurting.
But now all that remain are scars and marks that remind him that he wasn’t and he never could.
He wishes she would stay, if not for the night then at least a while longer.