Cleaning out your closet: Your death was so surprising, young, beautiful and noble, Full of grace, a rising bright sun in the dawn of my life. Now you seem like a Moonrise, lighting the dark sky, It痴 now the sunset on our wonderful day of love. You cycle through the nights of my life like a spirit; Fading from a full moon, brightening my nights, Now smiling from the sky, as a quarter moon; Now a new moon, missing in the night sky of my life. I知 cleaning out your closet, hoping you understand. Your closet had become a shrine to our love. In my numbness, it always brought comfort. The scent of your body and life filled the room, I could close my eyes and imagine sitting next to you. Here is the blouse that you wore on our first date, Here is the first scarf I bought you. When did it turn into a room of dusty old clothes? Dozens of souvenir sweatshirts and tee痴, Recall dozens of wonderful trips. A kimono, my gift our first Christmas, matched the blue of your eyes, I知 cleaning out your closet, getting rid of the past; seeking a future. My nervous hands and trembling fingers could not unbutton The blouse you wore the first night we made love. The dress you wore when I proposed to marry you. I知 cleaning out your closet, once again strong and hopeful. Your wedding dress, only a promise of what could have been. A life lost, a future gone, two empty lives. One gone, one wronged. I知 starting to heal, turning from the dark, healing my heart. I知 cleaning out your closet, once more facing the rising sun.

Ron Usiondek December 20, 2003 One-year anniversary

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