Black coats hanging in the hallway. Flowers crowding round the sink. Someone asked if we were hungry. Neither one of us could think. You stood alone beside the window, rain still shining in your hair. I had a thousand things to ask you. I only asked if you were still cold. You told me who you'd lost. I told you who was gone. You listened till I'd finished, then put your hand on mine. Love is like catching fog with a net. I held you while you cried. You stayed when I went quiet. Flowers drying on the kitchentable, cards propped up against the wall. You kissed me by the open window. I let the dishes wait till dawn. Your photograph was in your coat. Mine stood beside the bed. We said their names before we slept. You laid your head against my chest. Love is like catching fog with a net. I held you while you cried. You stayed when I went quiet. Come all the way here. Come all the way here. I moved the photograph an inch to make room for your tea. You said, “I'll be gone in September.” Your ticket lay beside the bread. You reached for me across the table. I held your hand against my chest. Love is like catching fog with a net. I held you while you cried. You stayed when I went quiet. I know. I know. I still make enough for two
