Sometimes

Sometimes he eats in silence and still sets a plate for her. Sometimes the mirror fogs but her reflection stays. Sometimes he opens the closet just to breathe her in. Sometimes he flinches when her song enters the room. Sometimes he writes letters to a mailbox six feet deep. Sometimes he wears her favorite color like a wound. Sometimes he cooks her favorite meal and throws it away. Sometimes he calls her phone and answers it himself. Sometimes he goes grocery shopping and still buys her shampoo. Sometimes he wonders how long love is supposed to last. Sometimes he aches to know if he’s broken or just faithful. Sometimes he laughs and it tastes like betrayal. Sometimes he feels haunted, sometimes devoted. Sometimes you don’t need pulse to feel presence. Sometimes you love harder after goodbye. Yes, world—he is in love with a woman he can’t see, And that love is the most alive part of him.