One line in your email, full of events. New paragraph, indented line, two-space gap I could never be a believer in life ending at the grave. After that you put your signature   and a line of crosses meant for kisses like a war cemetery or barbed wire on a beach waves break behind, turning white as paper on which words are flecks.   But in your statement, like the rising moon light seemed to change. You’d said it and confided your absolute bottom line a gift like the Maginot Line   and, if there was no war, as effective.…