He knelt, burying
his face in her waist,
the knowledge
of how many times he’d die
for her

choking
so he
could only say

you have no idea.

Held fast, she
(looking out the misted glass
at the crabapple trees with their pink heads
thinning)
echoed

you have no idea.

Celine Low lives in Singapore, a tiny country in Southeast Asia with a hodgepodge of cultures. She holds an MA in English Literature and loves to dance and take long walks. Her works have appeared in Blood Moon Rising Magazine and 9Tales From Elsewhere.