THIRTEEN MONTHS AGO

Ten past six in the morning. Thirteen months

ago you two would be getting up,

watching together out of the bedroom window;

you would ask from Heta

'What do you see out there?'

and see would be all furry happiness...

You now are both dead; my

guilt is evident, you

could have lived, getting up

just now. You would say 'Put the coffee on'

and then you would sit on the edge

of the bed, watching out of the window

and you would ask from Heta

'What do you see out there?'

It didn't matter to her what was out there,

it mattered who was beside her,

was beside her.

08.02.2018