Devoted…in brotherly love. [Romans 12:10]

They were flipsides.

Like Janis and Elvis:
A bong and a beer blast:
Woodstock and white shirts
on their way to work.

Once, she took a moment
on a Sunday to show him
how she'd microwave bacon
by turning it; blurted kindnesses
the morning his cat died,
(but must have wondered
if her words even made a difference);
sent him books that seemed to leap
the tracks. He stuck them on a shelf.

And then she died.

At last, he understands.
Sometimes lovers call
from other paths.
They glance, and see you first.

so many nooks and slots
knell like halls and empty stairs
because they've gone.