This is how she found us,

the past draped about us like a cloak.*

Before her discovery,

memories crackled like the fire.

Our cats swirling around our legs like smoke.

My mind is racing.

Will we leave together?

Or find that there is nothing left of our marriage?

I have so much to say.

You reach for my hand.

I open my mouth.

*after Diana Khoi Nguyen