Keen

Unnoticed for months where I placed them,
one year ago,
your gloves call for my attention
My hands where yours had once been
fill my space
my deepest space
for a moment

In the back closet
I draw my hand
from the pocket of your dress shirt
to the place where your heart once throbbed
and hold still there
until I feel a faint beat

Our house so quiet
your shoes unfilled
your bed empty
my heart heavy so heavy it crushes my lungs

I cannot breathe

This is my entry to The Blockchain Poets community's weekly challenge. This week's prompt is sorrow.

His clothing gets to me, you know? Yet, I keep some of it, so that it can get to me. In so doing, he comes back alive for a breath or two, or a beat in time.