I love to stumble upon your discarded shoes
Cutely aside, where they last carried you
I love your used washcloth by the sink
Where you first arose, rinsed away your sleep
I love your discarded bra in the laundry
Which I'm still not embarrassed to pick up
The plate that held your toast, the bowl for your cereal,
Your unfinished coffee cup
I love the honeydo lists in your smiling prose
Sunlit laughter echoed with every stroke
I love the pajama tops lost in the covers
Still warm with the dreams sleep totes
I love the crafts unfinished, paper and ink
I love the Coke can you started to drink
I love every remnant I find of you
Proof of the angel my heart belongs to...
