Ashes

the black charred remnants
of forty years of marriage
smolder between us

a fallen tree-
reduced
to ash

Bed

almost a month now-
how can I still be finding
crumbs in our bed

fresh coffee-
your side of the bed
is still warm

Trigger

rooted to the ground
frozen, my mind replaying
one moment in time

blinding sun-
the city street
unnaturally quiet

Slide

icy drops of rain
slide past my ear and linger
down along my chin

parking-
raInbows slide
towards the drain

Rain

breathless in the rain-
the greyhound bus pulls away
but you’re not on it

a cold rain-
my forehead
on the window

Puppets

standing behind you
the center of attention
almost out of view

ill wind-
spiders repair
their broken webs

Frustrations

feeling impotent
my head full of words but I’m
unable to speak

snow fall-
staring out my
hospital window

History

on my mantlepiece
rest all the pieces of you
finally at peace

love letters-
ashes of
old flames

Loss

another phone call-
your tired face deeply etched
with dissapointment

drifting snow-
fox prints near
an empty hutch

Winter

the walk to the car-
turning my jacket collar
up against the wind

aging-
cold breath
on my neck