This shadowy period of their lives, where they have not been before.
One leaning into the other adding strength to both - heartening to see.
Another thinking and doing as he knew how, stoic and patient.
Bursts of laughter, tears welling, stomach churning, gulping.
The house is now his.
Calling out but no sound replies. Cold, alone with the wind.
The cats stir and stretch.
Shiver and feel the load.
It is just him now.
Going round, not numbers, but things that shouldn't be lost.
Call out again. Plead.
Holding onto a thin line, a shared bond that I hope will last.