Your shirts hang
in our closet
stoic and straight sleeved
exactly half way between
the floor and ceiling
reliable and calm
Against the wall
my bookshelf of poetry books
tipping over, not arranged by author
tabbed and dog-earred
with your great unread giants
Blake and Borges
I have put your books with mine
to steady them, fill in the holes
My clothing in the closet
spills over to your side
Cadence Collective: Long Beach Poets 
I love this poem! So moving. It holds a world in just a few lines.