A tear slides off her cheek, as she packs away their lives. She wraps the china in paper, in the box next to the knives. Just across the room, he stands. In his hands, he holds a book. She realizes it’s their wedding album, when she takes a closer look. He looks up from the pictures, And for a moment, he meets her eye. He looks away when he sees her tears. She lets out a ragged sigh. He asks if she wants the records. She says no, she wants the books. He washes down the walls,