Gone

Gone The light came in the window. It is morning. I am sick inside. I am always sick inside now. Every day is a task. I look at the calendar, the days… are dragging! Will they ever move as before? Will I ever remember what it was… you were trying to say to me… at the end…? I wanted to hear everything, I wanted to keep every moment, close… collected, forever cherished, forever mourned. I need “your’ brightness my love. I need what you gave so easily. I checked the cabinets, the drawers the closets. I fear there is none to be had…left. Your essence, your scent. They washed the sheets. They cleaned up. They were trying to help. I set now at the edge of our bed, holding your brush, I found… in the sewing room. It has a few strands of you… “help me.”