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.”
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