I hadn’t expected the room
To be so ravaged by
Your absence
The space is cavernous
Without your frame
Your drawings left
Shadows on the walls
All the remains is a
Pile of dirt where you
Would abandon your shoes
Empty hangers rattle
Like dancing skeletons
Pockmarked and scarred
I don’t know if the room
Will ever recover from
Your departure—
Were the windows always
So drafty?
