At Azalea Gardens

Then there is just the brute sledgehammer blow of missing you.

Like tonight at the library, passing the shelf
with the Large Print mysteries, living once again
how I took you books at Azalea Gardens,
how it spun steadily downhill the year you lived there:
first your grand plans for what they called the Faulkner apartment
and your worries, would the residents like you
even if you rented the most expensive.