We kiss in the rain
while the bus thrums nearby,
waiting to take you away.
“What’s this hood?” you ask, as our lips meet.
I try to remove it.
“Keep it on,” you say, as I yield.
I hold you, will the bus to leave without you.
All too soon, you’re gone.

This poem appears in How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver, and My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds.