The Willows
I never knew you,
yet I feel you in
each room that is
a hallowed space,
unchanging and
remembered.
Sacred.
I hear you,
whispering
through the
wallpaper that is
frayed and steeped in
melancholy at your
leaving.
I see you leaning in -
listening to the ladies laughter
Your quick hands
made light work,
Fashioning small renovations,
of disorderly lives.
Snip snip.
I look where you looked
and through the picture window
past the bird house
and the tree,
I wonder at
your presence
in my heart.