Trimmed

Warm rain in chilly Rochester,

feta cheese crumbled

on both of our meals.

We share,

as always -

these things are better

together. 

Hospital visits,

exhausting days,

but we made it through -

these things are easier

together. 

 

I thought we were building,

mud and mold,

brick and mortar,

foundations for a future.

 

But you built a wall

while I wasn't looking.

Now I notice my hands,

and they are cold from the mud

and the rain.

Things were warmer

together.