Miniature lilac tea-candles in the bathroom, on the john are symbols of the teardrops from the bathtub, they burned on. And that spray of ivy hanging from the candelabra on the wall with pictures of dark-brown oak leaves- reflect you, & to me call. Our Christmas tree is stripped now without the tinsel and the balls-- lies naked by the hall door; mistletoe-kisses, it recalls. The coffee maker sleeping all cold, and empty too, but still is full of coffee-grounds; my morning roused with you. When I sprawl out and try to sleep on our pleasant queen-sized bed, the smell of you potpourris the sheets; Your absence fills my head. Our dream was cruelly shortened when you left that squalling day, the streets were thick and icy~~~ If only you had stayed.