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I watched the elderly couple.  The husband visits her daily.  She faces downward, her spine curved, one side of her face drooped.  He holds her hand, wipes the drool from her mouth with a white handkerchief.  They seldom speak.  Their hands speak for them.

I pictured her as a slender, beautiful young woman.  Was she a good dancer?   Did she have children?  I imagined them kissing with youthful passion.

I realized that,  true love can’t be described,  it’s a vibration between two people.  Was I seeing true love?

She turned and looked at me, seeming to sense my presence. The left side of her mouth curled into a half smile. Were her eyes telling me she understood my thoughts? Was she answering my question? “Yes, dear boy, you are seeing true love.” How did she know my thoughts?

She faced her husband.  He inclined his head, listened then rose and pushed her wheelchair to the opposite side bench.  Why did they move? Did she think she had answered my question and it was time to move on?   Was she too tired to continue our “silent dialogue”?

After they moved I craned my neck to see them. Facing forward, they spoke softly then turning toward each other, smiled and nodded their heads in agreement.  Were they telling each other secrets? Did she tell him a boy flirted with her? Or maybe she remembered when they fell in love and wanted to relive the experience one more time.