Echoes

Time passes slowly

since I lost you

the house full of echoes

and  shadows of you.

My life is like sock

with a large hole

it will take forever

to darn this one.

Finally I placed your things

into boxes except

for your beloved pipe

it remains by your favorite chair

I breathe its aromatic fragrance

at night.

I have put your oldest

sweater by my pillow.

The one I tried to get you

to throw out for years.

In the darkness it lies

by my head.

Bringing the comfort of

your familiar scent.

I reach for you as always.

I call our phone

again and again.

Just to hear the

timbre of your voice.

Breathing in every

nuance of each syllable.

disturbing your new ghostly life.

It has more meaning than odors

or letters with faded photographs.

For a returning fleeting moment

You and I are together once again

You ask me to leave a message

I whisper

“I miss you honey”