Time

I saw your Gonzaga sweater today on the back of a chair. 

I could imagine you, tossing it there. 

It's been there for days now and I didn't see it. 

I moved your slippers and new shoes, days ago now. 

I gathered your blankets and socks. 

Your robe still hangs on our bathroom door. 

I feel you, in rooms, in ways, but yearn for you even more than ever. 

I want your life to be now, and if not that, your death to be forever yesterday.