They empty my closet
sorting shirts and pants and dresses
into piles
for Goodwill or
The Women’s Shelter or
Some Memory Bear.
The papers and books get tossed
into a soon-to-be pyre.
Furniture, cookware, tumbled, trashed
The fridge. They remove a plate of cookies
cookies I made, cookies I saved
for you.
Cookies from a holiday party you never attended.
Another plate, another party of one.
The freezer is full of cookies
Saved from all the parties you
never attended. You were too busy.
Into the trash.
They divvy up ‘the good stuff.’
You take nothing,
click the lockbox as you leave.
Published in Poetic Visions Poetry Competition & Exhibition 2020 Anthology - Museum of Art - Deland
