- Non-Erotic Poetry
- What She Left Behind
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What She Left Behind
He kneels in the closet,
clutching her clothes.
Her sent is still strong,
wafting up, to his nose.
Her flats and heels
aligned in a neat row.
The worn creases and scuffs,
polished to a new glow.
Her favorite book,
lies askew on a chair.
The Little Prince waits,
but noone is there.
In her photograph album,
she smiles up at him.
But the unfading truth,
is now setting in.
A place for everything in
This sad, grave state.
The vision of lost futures
will age his young face.
Sobs echo, in silence,
resonating through the house.
No longer a home,
with the death of his spouse.
