How Our Love Ends (2024)
Joseph Fasano
Tonight, after storms, after lawyers,
we meet together one last time
in the kitchen, you in your red dress of satin,
me in my blue suit of cotton,
and we touch, just once, in silence,
and dance again, together
and alone.
We never heard, we never knew
each other. You
will have your life, and I will have mine,
but tonight there is only
this coldness, the moon like our brass bed
in the river, and our hands, our raw hands
we carry, like the deep-grooved gloves of falconers
that have learned the infinite difference
between giving up and letting something go.