I opened your drawers
And I cried instantaneously,
You had sorted out your socks
And underwear Marie Kondo style,
Everything so neat and tucked,
Side by side, arranged, clean and fresh,
I couldn’t believe it, your feet
Wouldn’t touch your socks anymore
Your skin won’t develop a rash anymore,
Your soap in the shower suddenly obsolete
And untouched, I miss you so much.
What brought you joy, I looked at your room,
Plants that were breathing, the most essential
Books shelved, put on a pedestal, they’re on my nightstand now,
Three of them, the light and air coming in from
The window, the sky you looked at from your bed,
The blanket with your scent, the pillows I
Shoved my face in, wanting you to come back,
Come back to us, all that care and devotion you put into
The life that surrounded you and then what,
And then what?
Croque-Melpomene 