Always here and neverwhere, spindles out of this breath, his breath, the last one I took over him as he exhaled, his chest vicious with struggling, the slight sweat, my hand on his brow, the black coffee by the hospital bed, his brother at the foot, tunnel vision, this is all you saw of them, the light through the window, spring giving herself over to summer, that light, the echo of the stain, the memory, the fear, the lie told, the fly in his coffee, here he was suddenly dying before you with deep exasperated breaths, the heaving of his chest, the way yours was caught when his palm caught your cheek and then he was gone, just like that, and the impecable silence.