When did we slip from sleep into death. I never saw you that way, alone in your car as it drove through town, taking you from one errand to another, but you stayed inside and didn’t step out. I should have paid more attention, or any attention at all. You deserved as much, but I spent the days confined by a broken spirit, unable to breathe, to walk with you, to take your hand or believe the peace could ever be healed.