By Jesi Scott
i have space now.
it’s empty, quiet,
voids even in the shadows.
places now to put things
on the bare hangars left in the wardrobe.
the music box left to twirl
(it’s tinny melody echoes in the barren
forgotten papers, books, a picture-
scents to remind me you were here…
if I close my eyes and wish with all my heart,
will the hole you left still be true?