I know that these sonnets are written for you. To call up these feelings connects me, it’s true.
The glance of your picture,the curl of your hair, your contacts and loafers and books on the chair.
Hanging your coat on a hook, not to wear, these tasks all remind me, it’s really not fair.
When the person you’ve loved from the room now is gone,
You’re left with your memories and tokens, quite lost.