Buttons loosed from shirts, trousers and jackets,
click softly through my fingers.
The soft pearly button from the sweater
I wore on our first date.
The one that fell from your winter coat,
the year the snow was so deep.
Spring came and we gave the coat away.
I wish I had kept a button from your suit.
The blue suit,
the one you wore for our wedding.
But I buried that button. And you.
Buttons, click softly through my fingers.
I’ve kept them all, but one.
Chrissa Pedersen began this fictional poem several years ago at The Barn retreat.