Whatever happened to us? you said —
sorrow and distance
but sweet close holding

The rain that has driven the day
masked the breath of spring
which was coming in anyway
though we didn’t know

And later the same strong wind
blew white clouds through blue sky
and your hand was warm
walking to the library

The old man walks out of the bathroom
carrying the rug. I don’t need this, he says,
I have my own pants.
The day has had some rough parts
but I will put him to bed.
We’ll have another go
in the morning.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 29, 2017