Others were there for the antiques,
I returned again and again to their books,
fingers stuttering over stiff spines.
Found three inscribed by Jane,
her signature drawn-out and fluid in the first two,
deliberate and jagged in the third,
as if brought to her as she sat in bed,
propped up by pillows,
glasses in place,
pen loose in her hand,
on one of those last days.