Efi Hatzimanolis #215 On that night

for Elizabeth

You died, surprised,
in the difference between two days.
Spring’s open pod and you dead in it.
Awake suddenly for a few hours while 
we waited for you to die. Then the signs.
Curtains drawn across the open bedroom windows. 
All the coming and going, soundless people,
muffled cars. The neighbour’s nameless
cat sneaking in and out, moving between rooms.
How you hated that cat and how it was dying
of curiosity to inspect your house. It never gave up trying.