A Memory From Behind Our Sofa

She was saying some words while I rather  Small behind the familiar sofa sat with a couple of somethings I Can not recall while the words were falling out of her  mouth like little Pandora's Jars ready to crack at the touch of his  replies it was a delusional storm of Elevated thoughts a few lost commas  stumbled between the sounds to reach the right spots I saw them fall and collapse she had to go back to the rooms with snow-like walls there was no way to catch her meanings although I tried  With the trap of my mind but  they were fleeting fast  Perhaps He just wasn't ready for that kind  Of conversational style He never got ready at last She went back and never again Appeared in our house except as  A phone call and a few tears which he poured as I watched half astonished and half smashed I was just behind that sofa but that scene remained  In the back of my mind unchanged