wet umbrellas crying themselves into
puddles in the hall a newspaper damp spread
wide on the table obituaries
screaming up and out and fog pressing down on
the city smothering a broken teacup lost
shaking from hands and memories
choking of the last time we kissed
the way your hair smelled
how you tasted
of mint and smoke and life
your picture bright and smiling a moment
frozen in time slipping away from
you and
you and
you
gone.