“A Poem About Loss”
She closes eyes and briefly takes a breath;
remembers scent of him where lay his head.
She covers up her face with sheet instead;
remembers melodies before his death.
She slides her hands along the silken cloth.
She winces as the bed sheets now are spread
into a layered box where now he beds.
She wanders like a kind of muted moth
as now he sleeps in white and huddled hutch
and blanketed with warmth, she hears his voice:
“The soul is kept alive by human touch
so I will never leave you; that’s my choice.”
Imaginary arms embrace as such
but loss so loathsome she cannot rejoice.
Form for poem: referred to as a “George Gordon/Lord Byron” Italian sonnet. Rhyme
scheme: abba;abba; cdcdcd.) Iambic Pentameter.