Poetry

Home (10/11/22)

Rattling around the house
That used to be our home
Now it’s just all full of
Stuff
I can’t seem to let go.

Plastic tennis trophies collecting dust
I want to throw away
But then feel
Panic
They stay in boxes on the floor

Your nightstand is just how you left it
Empty Tums bottles
Kleenex box
Junk
I can’t throw in the trash.

So much stuff
I’m caught between
Wanting to let
Go
And holding on tight.

I look around and see you
Even though you’re gone
Our house still holds its shape for you
My heart
Not ready to move on.

I long to feel at home again
But my home was always you
These wall were just a container
Our love
Was the glue.

I will stay strong love on this Earth
Living this fake life
Until I find my
Home
On the other side.