Shirtsleeves

Buttoning the buttons
On his shirtsleeves
Because his hands are too arthritic now
To button it himself

Later we play music in his living room
He's lost his ear for tuning so
Everything is slightly out

Driving home later
Never knowing when this will be
The last time I make the drive
We don't know where we'll end up
And all I'm left with is
The memory of
Threading the button through the hole
At the end of his sleeve