When the silence of sleep
settled
I heard a rustle of paper
of whispers
of promises.
Fania’s silhouette
reached under her dress,
withdrew the Heart,
unfolded it,
cradled it
as if it were
her beating heart.
She hugged it
kissed it
tucked it back
under her arm.
The silence of sleep descended
but not before
I marveled
how Fania
had held on to the Heart for so long.