In Memory of Lisa Marie Presley

He was there (it was not unexpected) and she took his arm, but said nothing. He started to speak a number of times, but she shook her head. "Don't," she whispered. "Please." There was no desire to process anything (she was relieved); there was nothing to try for or fail at or regret. "This is perfect," she said (in a low voice, similar to his in its timbre). He was forming words (he had that look) so, again, she shook her head. "What makes this heaven is the silence," she explained. "We've never had a moment of silence together. Can we just stay right here, like this, for two seconds?" And he nodded (a slightly sad look in his eyes); there would be plenty of time to catch up, with an eternity of things to say.