This was a good prompt yet a difficult one.The things we hold close, the things we protect are also the silent things, the things unwritten. My task was to write about something I would never write about while not exploiting it. This may not be one of the easy drafts. I may go back to it in a month or so. For today, I pushed as far as I could, then stopped. One of the last things I did was to break it into long couplets in order to set up regular two-beat gaps, kind of like a heartbeat at rest.