He still puts her coat on her when she is ready to leave.
The snow still piles up in April-
The first pitch has been thrown, wins and stats recorded.
She watched with him.
He ended the matinee game
with a kiss
and prepared dinner-
They sat under separate lamps
with different volumes
never discussed the words
And smiled distinct smirks-
and fell into individual dreams
And then the morning’s coffee come again
with proper names
to re-orient the world
around this place
to make the centricity
of it all
Neither helio- nor geo- but he and her
as letters from the cosmos for one another.