ONE DAY AT A TIME

creases line your face
you are a bit frayed
about the edges

  
I unfold your smile
hold you
in the palm of my hand

you stare at me
as you always do
while I refold your smile

put you
back into
my wallet

  
( the fact of your death
quickly tucked away )
as night

gathers me
softly
to itself

street lights
with yellow eyes
watching

me
dissolve
. . .in mist