If I could have you back in the master bedroom with me
the room I designed for you
with windows of clear light in the summer
October maple tree leaves and painted frost clinging to them in the winter
No space came inbetween even as the clean air circulated
There you are stretched out dead looking long and limp-necked
I carried you downstairs
each of my steps precise and final as I placed you securely in the car
our last ride
our last time to be together
The ground you lie under is fruitful from my moistened tears
you were by my side for 17 years
I sat at the bottom of the stairs looking up at the lonely, dark climb I would have to take alone.*
