dresser drawer

Her husband has died.

I think about that as I fold the laundry
And put your t-shirts away.
How will I know if you have left me?
Standing here at your dresser,
Things emptied from your pockets
Scattered among the photos-
Framed memories of fishing trips,
Your birthday a few weeks before we were married,
Costume parties and the family
Grinning at the camera.

Will your image fade from view
Even in these?
Will what we are become undone
As you become undone?
I can’t think of it
The fantasy too real to dwell on.
Her husband is gone
But you are not.

I smooth the wrinkles from the cotton shirt
And close the dresser drawer.

2 thoughts on “dresser drawer

  1. True, it is sad, but so well crafted that it carried my mind smoothly through. The last lines: “I smooth the wrinkles from the cotton shirt/
    And close the dresser drawer” shall remain engraved in mind. Beautiful write _/\_

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