This brought tears and in a strange way comfort. To have his gloves and place your hands where his hands once were is both sad and heartwarming. To hold a shirt once worn and the closeness of his heart beating in it made me want to cry. The quiet house I can not fathom is the saddest. I would place my feet in his shoes and stand tall thinking of all of the beautiful memories we shared. It is a beautiful poem and I could feel every word.
Thank you so much for your comment! You have a beautiful heart.
Yes, the feelings are very mixed here. I am also both sad at his absence and warmed by his presence, still here in his belongings.