I had lived this moment

in my mind

many times-

over and over again.

I had heard you speak

(in my imagination)

words that pierced

through my heart.

And then…

there was stillness

Did I die?

Would I die?

How would I go on?

And yet today,

when what I had imagined

has followed its script

And come into being…

I find myself standing…

breathing…

I swallow it in.

I hear you

But I’m not dead

And I know that I will not die

because of what you’ve said.

I’ll live through it.

Life will prevail

over my limited imagination.