my wife

is in the closet

in an urn

for life

is no deposit,

no return

her soul,

in its divineness

had to go

and all

that’s left behind is

ash and woe

My loving wife and mother of three passed away unexpectedly

ten years ago, after thirty-five years together. The poem says

the rest. (I used B&W here, because that’s how I feel today.)

–Photo by Aaron