A WIDOWER, IN SPRINGTIME: I STILL HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO EMPTY YOUR CLOSET

Six years after, 

I still haven't wanted to empty your closet

or erase the memories of you...

but light a candle

on your birth and death...

the bottom two drawers of the dresser

still hold your clothes

but still can't get myself 

To throw them

some things we can't - nay, won't - forget,

for good or ill

Notes, letters,

and messages left

on my cell phone

Are still there

And everyday, 

Your picture, with our kids 

In the living room

Greets me, and sees me leave