I take each jacket off its hanger,

fold it carefully

for its new home

the same with slacks

some never worn.

Tears rack me

out of the bedroom that was ours.

I keen

wrap my own arms

around myself

hear what I’m feeling

leave my chest

escape my throat.

But only sounds of pain have left.

The hurt remains.

I rock

look at rain cleaned trees.

Maybe shirts are easier.

I go back in

and start to fold.

The song comes on,

the one our friends played

when we reunited

twenty years ago.

“Just in time

I found you just in time.

The losing dice were tossed.

Our bridges had been crossed.

I found you just in time.”