I knocked; she came up to the door and smiled.
"The bed's still on the porch; we moved the rest.
We thought it might take you a little while
to get here; didn't want you feeling pressed
for time. Garage is open, I'll be in
the kitchen getting ready for the wake."

Taking down his bed, I thought of when
we spoke the final time, his strong handshake,
the glowing of his eyes at what he'd seen.

Said,"Call me if you need to"; hugged her, said
so long.
                  A few weeks later, as I cleaned
my truck, her face just popped into my head.
I knocked; she came up to the door and smiled.
"I called, you answered.  This is just too wild."