About little tiny things
Flutter round faces
Like tiny beautiful rings
A household in harmony
A past left to sob alone
A kitchen filled with place settings
A world without the word alone
dishcloths on the counter
shoes placed on the stairs
a partner sleeping peacefully
A cat and dog unaware of
grief
A world in which breathing relief
is a staple
Like the dancing pole in the basement
the books on every shelf
and the window in my study,
filled with photos,
paint,
and healthy stress
Nothing more
needed
Nothing Less
again

Because when I look out that window
I'll know that at least
my home
can now be stable

**at last