Portrait of Love

He searched his pockets with a tremble in his hands. His frustration was palpable in the realization that he had misplaced the phone number for the clinic. His wife of 36 years had gone in that morning for a simple procedure to correct an irregular heartbeat. What I saw in that moment, was a portrait of love, that without her by his side his own heart beat irregular too. They reunited that evening with a clean bill of health, and I have to imagine their hearts beating as one.