He is old
in the way men
get old
thin skin
watery nose
scabs that don’t heal
I hold the door for him
and he laughs
louder than I expect
I can never get used to that
he tells me I have a beautiful smile
and I think about him all day
wondering when he will die
if he spends his days carefully
like I spent my money
that summer I travelled to Europe
those last few weeks in Prague
broke but happy
parting with a tender alertness
every last dime.