space to feel seems gone

the wisdom once was

when a loved one dies

make no great decisions

for at least a year

yet I know one

got rid of his clothes within days

another made clear

plans he’d laid for the one

he’d always loved to move in

no time for reflection

on the passing

bereavement loss

space to feel seems gone

no black armband widows weeds

no setting the dinner place

for the one gone on

no slow sorting of a life’s hobbies

passions now laying empty


a casting off to charity

worse to the trash or to fire

remnants left at the kerb

for the winnowers

of anothers’ destiny

& a strong avoidance

at all times

of mention the loss

if you please

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