Grief Untitled 6

The room is a mess
Clothes
Are
Everywhere
Everywhere
She starts picking them up
Dirty
Clean
There are
Under the
Bed
Socks
She has to dust
There is dust everywhere
With one swipe
The pictures
Are out
Of the way
Wiped away
With the dust
The bed
Is unmade
Can’t be made
The handmade
Quilt
Comes off first
Then
Blankets
Sheets
Pillows
Ribbons
And awards
Trophies
Wrenched from
Their places
Come off
Everything
Comes off
Out
It all
Has to
Go
Where will
It go
Where
Will
It
Go
She is startled
It’s time
She stands
In the doorway
The room is
Spotless
Since she
Left
Flew the nest
Flew away
Where
Will
It
go

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