There’s nothing but a shard of sunlight in the room, as I sit on the bed and gaze through the window at a graying sky. Her perfume’s no longer on the bureau, though a faint stain interrupts the walnut grain in its place.
The cherry tree, now blossomless, smolders alone at the edge of the marsh. A breeze hardly strong enough to put motion in the curtains sighs at the window, later crossing the lawn to move slowly among the reeds and the herons.
Was a time when silence like this never entered my mind. Lately, it’s my only solace.
An evening of rain lays down a rare sheen over twigs and nesting birds. The bed creaks when I lie down. Please--don’t let me be too alone for a while.