I go into the kitchen to eat…
fork, knife, spoon,
glass, bowl, plate
All as it should be
and yet it’s all wrong as I turn off the pot,
I go to shower…
all the bathing gels, hair goop,
shaving products, fill the cabinet
All as it should be
and yet it’s all wrong as I turn off the water,
I choose my outfit for the next day
my overfull closet
of shirts, ties, pants
skirts, dresses, scarves
All as it should be
And yet it’s all wrong as I turn off the TV,
I wake up and find
Both sides of the bed
In disarray
As I raise a brow
and finally I realize…
Ten years…
When I eat, bathe,
Get dressed,
Even subconsciously in my sleep
I don’t make room for you any more
Except in memory.
All as it should be
And it’s all right as I turn on the lights
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Time flies…
Mary at dVerse prompts us to write about “room” however we choose to interpret it. My muse it translated to the day I realized I no longer made physical space for my late-husband in my life. Now as I acknowledge my tenth year of widowhood, he’s taking up a little more space than usual, but
“All as it should be
And it’s all right …”
Raivenne-lations 
Such a very evocative write 🙂
Very intriguing at first and then we realise. I love the way this moves forward through grief and the idea of letting go of the physical space of a person. Very tough.
A very reassuring write with:
All as it should be
And it’s all right as I turn on the lights
Hope you are well & doing good 🙂
I read your poem over a few times. Quite a powerful message really…..indeed it does take time not to make room any longer for the one who has passed. It is subtle, isn’t it? A little bit at a time…year after year…and sometimes you don’t even realize it has happened….until you look back!
This is a very powerful piece…we don’t realize what is “all wrong” until you tell us. The progression is a very gradual one and like you said subconscious until you have the realization that you’re not leaving as much space as you once had. Thank you for sharing such a personal experience, Ravienne. I always appreciate your writing; it’s nice to see you again at dVerse.
Gayle ~
It does take time to realize what it really means to be alone. I really love how you focused on that space, and I realize how my mother used to leave my father’s things… Wardrobes filled etc… And I do remember hoe long time it takes, the conclusion sounds reassuring though,
nothing to fill the void, except ‘time’ perhaps…a heartfelt piece….
Oh, very nice, very insightful.
Beautiful tribute, with an ending full of hope. I love the list poem feel of this.
So little time with
Love.. so much
time
with
out..
Love now..:)