We Can Only Love

I cried for the first time since the death of my marriage.
Tears flowed while watching the deaths of innocents in Ukraine.
I felt myself sinking into despair and struggled to breath.
What could I do alone?

My love saw my bloodshot eyes and said I was beautiful.  
He kissed the wet on my cheeks and placed his palms over my eyes.
His cool hands healed the burning.

Finally, he said, “We can only love in the face of such evil.”

As so we made love again and again in honor of the dead and dying.