A week he's been gone.
packed into 3 boxes and gone
A week that I thought would have gotten better each day.
A week that up ended me at every unexpected turn.
today it was the grocery store that took me down
A week where I forgot and remembered and forgot and remembered.
A week of tissues and cleaning and closed doors.
put it all away, out of sight, close the door, not that room
A week of effort and distractions.
keep working, keep appointments, keep busy
A week of oddness and questions and avoidance and denial.
no we don't need anymore therapy appointments, yes fill out your forms and file them where ever you want
A week of finding little bits left here that I thought were gone.
baby mittens in my pocket, nukie pie in the edge of a room, a pair of socks in the laundry
A week of bitterness and loss and knowing it was the right thing to do.
wait for a minute while i put the proper christian wash over this while i tell you the story
