Although you have died
I feel your touch in every
rain drop as if
your tears
on my living shoulders
are leaves
meant to disappear or blow away.
Your tears
strike my silken umbrella
like angry fists because we are separated–
I in this garden and you in the other.
Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in Poetry Quarterly, North of Oxford, Twin Decades, Remembered Arts, Reader’s Digest, US1, and others. She was married to Attilio Esposito and lives with eight rescued muses in Southern New Jersey.