Drizzled Images

I daydream sitting in a

misshapen leather chair,

one that will never again

hold his shape and rock

aimlessly . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Silk ties hang lifeless on the rack

his smells still engulf them

I stroke the blue one

a teardrop falls, disappears

into oblivion . . . . . . . . . . . .

The bathroom mirror

has poessession of

shaving cream splatters

shoes sit by the back door

dog sniffs them hoping

for a glimpse.

Telephone holds messages

of condolences . . . . . . . . . .

I slide the black dress

over my cold body, and shiver.

Drive in blizzard to shed tears

Black and white collide.