The husband opened his eyes wider
He needed to comprehend his wife’s beauty
His mind’s eye needs to see her as clearly as he can now
Every fleck of her eye
The line of her nose
The contours of her lips
All needed to be etched into permanence.
He was scared that someday it would be forgotten
He was scared as to how it would be forgotten
He imagined chiseling each feature into sculptor’s stone
This will take time, but masterpieces so often do.
“Why are you staring at me?” she asked, before walking off.