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.