Saturday, July 8, 2017

years later

a sock, a glove,
a bottle of her perfume.
pictures
too.
a ring, a list of groceries.
tickets,
unused.
all
tight within
a box, pushed back
on the shelf.
grief once
hard, now graciously
has left
the room.

1 comment:

Di said...

Better --because I get a sense of the speaker. I want a sense of who is speaking in any poem --someone with a vested interest not just some disinterested observer. This one works because we see the relationship.