The hatchback struggled up one final hill,
eased down onto this valley farm -
skidding to a stop in the
flagstone driveway,
wet with rain.
You stood at the top of the steps
grinning,
put your arm around
my shoulder as we walked -
our boots heavy across the porch.

The kitchen was warm
with your cooking.
You reached across the table,
rearranging my damp hair,
squeezed my hand
and then made two cups of tea.

While you...