One shirt.
Tan.
Size Large.
His.
Left behind.
From the visit.
Gone.
Returned to the place
He calls home
For now.
I fold it
On the kitchen counter
And am taken back
To the wonder
of
The First Folding.
The clothes for Him,
The one
Swimming
In my body,
While I fold
And wonder
His precious life
To be.
Still the folding
And the wondering
Twenty Years
Grateful for the wonder