Author's Note: This piece is about a movie I recently watched in which a woman is left widowed by a freak accident that kills her husband. It is taking her awhile for the actuality of what has happened to sink in, and I wanted to portray the pain of what she was feeling through this poem. I experimented with format and capitalization of words that I thought were important feelings or objects. Comment what you think and any feedback for me!

I return home,

to what I Thought

was You and me.

But instead,

I find the House

Empty.

I return home

to where We used

to Stand

But now --

you've Gone;

Empty is my hand.

I return home

to once a Room filled

with Laughter

But now,

only Silence takes place

of what we Were.

And I return home

to the Regret

and the Stillness

Asking if the Pain of this

could ever Be

Less.