Empty, Poetry by Skylar Cooper

His keys are still hanging

by the door. The dogs sniff

his shoes at the end

of the bed. I fold and slip

his wallet into my drawer;

debit cards and cash never

to be used again. My wedding ring 

glints on my finger, wondering where

her partner is. I slip it off and fold

myself into the sheets. The dogs lay

at my feet, but the bed does not feel full

without his hand to grasp 

in the middle of the night

during a storm. I roll over and face

the side of the bed, when I close

my eyes, I can still feel his morning kiss. 

I reach out my hand 

and grasp the cold air. 

Skylar Cooper is a senior this year at Waldorf and is in the Pillars Program. She enjoys reading, writing, and spending time with her friends.