We Split the Dalis

She got Chagall's Cirque Soleil..
I got the four Friedlaenders.
We split the Dalis', Helen of Troy

And Kissing Grapes, with its glittered
Angel, bough of purple skulls.
So, we move, bedroom
To bedroom, dining to living room,
Pulling art off walls. But not until
The den, when I reach to lift
Alvar's Espacio Rojo-our first auction--
Does she break down, face 
In hands, sink to the blue couch.
I closed my eyes. Returned,
Backtracking, each piece to its home.
All the days, the nights, room
After room of memories on fire.