I went into the closet, to turn off the light,
you were weighing heavily on my mind,
I fought the tears with all my might.
As I exited the closet, about to close the door,
I had to pause and sniff, because I smelled your scent,
I closed the door and reached up to get your Coach bag,
hoping your scent had returned, I sure would have been glad.
When I sniffed the bag, the traces I expected weren’t found,
I guess it was just you in there with me, letting me know your spirit was still around.
Candace L. Gillespie, 2012