Rummage through Christmas decorations headed for the garage
forced order onto random bits and bobs a long forgotten bag yields a wrapped bar of motel soap at the very bottom who's very existence spins me in a split second backwards to all those days and nights of our tragedy
How did I ever survive this thing? Have I yet?
it offers me no real answers
just continues to look crisply unused
and wildly out of place
2005 or 2006,Moved a lot after my husband died , and had to sort out so many things ,so many times.The memories were hardest the first few years.Now they are more like surprise treasures when I find them.