Letting Go

… the same moment the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you …
~Margaret Atwood, “The Moment”

Your last body

When the big U-haul rumbles onto our block,
a boxy behemoth with empty car trailer
clattering behind, it hits me:
It takes a lot more to move a body nowadays.

A single branch of pink and white fushias


Before my brain could begin
to process it — you, falling to the airport
floor, pulse fluttering in your neck
until someone rolled you onto your back,
and the fluttering stopped —

A row of men's button shirts hanging in the closet. Only the sleeves are visible in the following colors -- blue, white, light green, tan, goldenrod, tan, blue

You were meticulous in your absence

It was as if you cleaned up before you left
which, considering that you had to clear
out a whole lifetime, you can consider
a miracle

Jan working at her computer with Cliff to her right. The photo is black and white. Cliff has a beard and is wearing a white t-shirt with a logo on it and a watch. He's leaning on Jan's chair. Jan is wearing a white t-shirt with a long sleeve dark t-shirt underneath. They are both seated behind a desk

Our Relationship Continues

One person was brave enough to say it after my husband died: “You weren’t living with him. Why are you still so upset?”

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