Choice

All wore out, he said.

Trembling with daylong

overwork. Having been

needed. A little angry

at the waste of shoulders.

Using up time. No choice.

She, too tired and needy

to understand the oncoming

deathbed for both. Strange

room where she now was 

shelved. Pretty still,

though faltering. Wanting 

a little company and 

needing sleep. This tiny

place. Beside the window she 

asked that he seal shut for safety.