The weather shifted
and your stripy socks resurfaced
all rainbow colours out
as if to flout the icy wind
but they were rarely seen
beneath your uniform slacks (classic black)
except when you marched back from the shops
and didn’t bend your knees
The season drifted through
and blew the leaves crispy
crunching through the air
and I dyed my hair again
to hide the greys
I couldn’t stand to leave a penny tarnished
so I gathered up all the shrapnel in my purse
Of course you cursed and raved ’cause
we were still saving to get the car fixed
to stop the gears from screaming
a steady drip of oil slick plopping little rainbows
down the street like wet bread crumbs
I started wrapping up
in coloured paper
a big red bow on my head
and said maybe you should try living in the present
like Christmas wasn’t months away
but I still stored the little gifts
you left around the house
in my pocket
for a rainy day