I had none for her.

I raised my arms, then let them fall again, and bowed my head.

I heard the gentle rustle of her robe, and I looked up to see her staggering towards the door, her arms in front of her like one who is blind.

She reached it, pulled it open, and from the threshold gave me one last ineffable look of her great eyes, heavy now with tears.

Then the door closed again, and I was alone.
From my heart there rose a great surge of thankfulness.