From a volume of poems exploring that which is left behind after the death of a loved one, often embodied in objects – such as a pot of Gentlemen's Relish or, in this case, a PC:
in the bottom right-hand corner
of your computer screen's multi-
I can't get in.
I click on the window a bit
where I might just find
the scented essence of you
here at your desk
'Saved notes' you call them. I hope,
don't hope at all, they crackle
out in front of me and there's
your mind, your open-heartedness.
I'll do the saving now:
make you a file, type
the name of your soul, your password,
even press Enter for you.