Packing Up
Clearing out the kitchen cupboards,
it's easy to throw away jars of chilli powder and nutmegs
past their sell-by dates.
Easy to donate five of the eight pyrex mixing bowls
to the charity shop.
It's harder to open Robin's filing cabinet
where I have been keeping all his things -
hairbrush, wallet, bedside drawer bits and pieces
imbued with his presence.
Impossible to handle the shoe box stuffed full of the cards and letters
of condolence
of love
written to me after he died
without being
sliced to the floor
with sorrow.
Packing up halted
till I can remember
why I'm doing this.....
To step out of our life that is
forever over
into
mine that is
just beginning.
Taking the cards and the letters
and the love
with me.
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