Outside the wind blows strong

The rain has turned to snow

Your flannel shirt hangs on the bedroom door

Your smell lingering 

Long after you've graced this world

What proof do I have 

That you existed? 

That you physically walked this earth?

How long do memories last? 

And what exactly are they made of?

My heart breaks with each minute that passes

My soul grieves

In despair

And my body aches to touch you

What I would give 

To hold the secrets 

That barricade the living

And the dead

To transcend the barrier

That separates this world

From the one beyond

For now

I leave your shirt

To prove

You did not exist 

Only in my mind