sixty years gone down

she puts his bow
tie on the table,
the red one, and
then beside it
the blue and green
one. plaid. those
being his favorites.
she places them
where he sat and
ate his breakfast,
next to the empty
white bowl,
before he put
his stetson hat on,
and took the train
into town. the hat
was on the hook
by the mirror,
by the umbrella,
by the door in
the foyer. sixty
years, sixty years.
gone down.