The key in the door turns
The memories are silent
Hiding least they evoke
Difficult memories.
Over the threshold one steps
Into the waiting abyss
The house filled to overflowing
With every last encounter.
Into the front hall closet
Onto the waiting hanger
You place your jacket gingerly
With others no longer owned.
Walking past the lonely bedroom
Into the front of the condo
Shelved and collected and scattered
With mementos, memorabilia, reminders.
Two grocery bags filled
With individual items
Then emptied into the cabinets
And refrigerator ... for one.
Dinner from the microwave
Emptied on a tray and taken
Into the TV room TV table
For flickering eating friendships.
The cats, two of them purring
Bringing life and joy to you
Without expectations to be filled
Joy on the shoulders of sorrow.
Then bedtime with the wrinkled sheets
Only your scent and your pillows
And the memories no longer silent
Keeping the night long and loving.
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