This is so well written.

Tender and painful in a very quiet way. The lines “I feel you before I see you,”“the sheets / that still remember your shape,” and “the mattress dipping / as if grief itself has form” capture that strange after-presence so well, the way loss can still feel physical even when the person is gone.

What gives the poem its strength is the restraint. It doesn’t push too hard. It stays with the ghost of touch, the memory of warmth, and the ache of what lingers. That makes it feel intimate and true, like grief moving through the body one small sensation at a time.