When the time comes to donate your clothes
i will leave the gray check suit in your closet
for the foreseeable future.
I’m not so foolish to think that you're coming back
and will need it again
rather, i want some tangible item
other than pictures documents and death certificates
glossy flat and thin.
With your suit i am able to
put my hand into its sleeve
roll my arm in the pant leg
puff out the jacket
and feel your silken space.
There's something so substantial in its emptiness
that i need now after five months
when the memories are still strong
but your reality is slowly
eroding.
