The Blind Widower
He can find the corners, follow the curves.
He counts the space of a pace.
Sometimes his dead wife will open a cupboard
or wardrobe door. A pale blue light shines,
as if the wardrobe or the cupboard
had opened a window in his mind.
He does not understand what this means,
but knows she will put his socks away
or find them.
while he sleeps.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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