Those quiet moments. To pristine for my unclean hands.

Silently eating breakfast. I look over at her, she smiles, and I realize that I'm smiling too.

She says "I'm cold." I move my body closer to hers, she wraps around my arm.

Each one of those quiet moments, a complex treasure in a class of it's own.

With a pillow, in the dead of night, I stole all those quiet moments. To make sure her life ended a precious treasure. My only possessions now are a small blue doll and priceless moments made unclean enough for me to hold.