memory in cloth

his clothes are
washed & folded
neatly in a washbasket
by the green chair
in the living room

i stop & look at them
they are pajama bottoms
& a colts t-shirt
both grey

white athletic tube
socks with his
name sharpied
on the bottom

the clothes, the
last he wore,
are laundred &
folded & soon
will be put into
a bag

& taken to
goodwill

i stare at
the clothes,
folded & clean
& miss him for
second

i lean down,
touch the corner of
a t-shirt,

smile & walk

away