what's left

the books that you sent
him are there
when you go to box
all that needs
taking.
he read them all.
you see the turned
pages, the coffee spills,
the worn covers.
there isn't much
that he's left for you
or anyone.
all things of value
lie on his desk,
what was written by
an ink pen, cards
he meant to send.
photos of you and him,
now and then.