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.