6.10.2014

When I'm Gone

I’d imagine
you’d want to clear out the junk
from my side of the closet
and the litter of toiletries
from the bathroom.
It’s only practical.

I wonder
when you’d notice
my jar of coffee beans
in the cabinet next to the stove,
and how long you’d leave it there.
Maybe forever.

7 comments:

  1. Awwwwww...............sad and sweet. What I worry about is all my poems going into garbage bags for the landfill:)

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  2. … so simple, this poem - but it says so much without "saying" it.

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  3. what's noticed, and what's not... ~

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  4. I think one has a distinct if inexplicable knowledge of what to keep and what to let go.

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  5. My dreams fill with these thoughts.

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    1. yes, and sometimes my awakes. sigh! xo

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