- Olivia Bonomo
standing in her closet.
Full of button downs and corduroy trousers.
overwhelmed with memories
yet still so empty.
I look at the photo
you left behind.
The widow’s empty feeling and sorrow
in the photo, I only see the pain
You caused me.
Surrounded by her husband's scent
and the grass stains of last sunday’s picnic.
The children are peering in
looking at their world.
crumble around them.