Lake Michigan in February
Shot with IPhone 6Plus

Widow's Weeds

Crepe is draped

across the canopy

of the bedposts as

I lie in repose.

Heavy skirts sweep

the wooden floors

picking up dust-

unsettling past.

I lock my hair

in an ornament,

yours too fine

to scissor cut.

Jet courses through

veins vacant

of life lived before

you came

and went.