Without You

photo by James Crews


Without You

With my husband gone for a week,

the silence in the house began to feel

like its own entity, fearful animal

that followed me from room to room.

I began to notice every movement

of the light, looking up from my desk

to find the pink ink of dawn pressing

through the wind-plucked maples,

or stopping on a walk to snap a photo

of the no…