They’re so tired. Of everything.
That’s when he asks her when they’ve been happiest.
She’s wearing a red wool dress, like Clara.
And it’s so beautiful. Even with the ratty aqua blanket.
What is the happiest thing you remember about us?
Each part like the whole, but smaller.
He’s come home for the funeral.
They try to manage in the dark.
He’s the oldest, he’s carrying the diagram.
They call it “the mystery.”
This was a long time ago.
There weren’t really that many people on earth.
I heard your footsteps sinking in the gravel.
There was always hope.