I walked in your favorite room the other day— with no one around.
The silence I hoped would clear my mind was eerily filled with sound.
I could hear my eyes welling up and I could feel the noise of loss.
I was tasting the ghost aroma of your cooking in the air, seeing your humming sounds of love.
Our world now upside down, backwards, shaken ... different yet familiar.
I sat in your chair- maybe part of you was still soaked in the fabric.
I flicked through channels trying to find an old western, but those channels are now all gone.
Gone like you, I guess.
I retraced your steps. Look through the window, check on the girls. Hum a song, repeat.
A life seeped in love.
I opened your closet, clothes still hung and clean. They were formless but still you. Still smelt, felt.. looked like you. Even a chocolate still in your pocket.
I heard someone coming, I had to go, but I’ll be back to check if you’re really gone.