One shirt of his remains in my closet­, the exposed sleeve faded from years of light penetrating it, my clothing occupying the rest of the space that was once his. I don’t know why I’ve hung on to it, just that I’ve learned to fill the voids he left behind.

Melissa Williams was featured in March’s Emerging Writer Reading Series in Toronto. While working on her memoir, she takes breaks to write micro-fiction and recaffeinate.