A Year My Time
When my mind is as quiet as
The room
I can see her walking in
Smiling
Raising
Her eyebrows
At a silent comment
About the tower of laundry
The temperature outside
She did that you know
Say it without saying it
Familiar perfume whistled consistency
Faded cotton whispered contentment
Foreign labels wailed chronic
Her absence is the elephant
Sometimes
It fills the room
I remember the last thing she said to me
She didn’t even say it
She held it
She moved it
Heaven becomes real
When you’ve got someone there
Before it was a place for angels
Now it’s her home
Dancefloor
Hospital
More than that
I find myself peaking through the clouds
To catch a glimpse
A whiff of perfume
To overhear a laugh
I am met with a
Soon