She touches my eyelids, I catch her falling hand and hold it to my cheek. The warmth of it. Just this moment, this warmth. She pulls my hand to her mouth and kisses it. A double sensation of falling and filling.
Moths dart madly around the porch light.
I turn to the sky. The bone in my chest is now suspended in small waves of possibility. A cat peels onto the footpath and jogs. I jog to the shops where an old car graunches its gears and travels by in second. A low breeze sweeps the pavement unsettling dust and scraps of paper.