A poem by: Dianna Henning
Published in “The Power of the Feminine Vol II”, Amazon: https://a.co/jhb09fD
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/205840530-the-power-of-the-feminine-i
I sometimes
press my hand
to my heart
as though
it was your heart.
Such is the way
I continue to live
without you. Who
makes her body
ready for grief
by keeping frayed
letters, their scent
carefully tucked
in an embossed
stationary box?
They’re soft as flannel
and smell of wind.
Their sleeves,
an open kimono.