When She Goes, There are Things that Will Go With Her

When she goes,
there are things that will go with her.
Closets will be emptied,
Drawers depleted of their
former inhabitants.
Shoes that used to be strewn across
the floor,
Now invisible-
no longer there to be tripped over or cursed.
Bottles that used to line the vanity,
leave only their shadows
and faint scents.
Laughter and conversations
that used to bounce from the corners
of the rooms
are still.
There is a vacant, hollow feeling that is
left behind
in the spaces she used to fill.
But, just as every other moment,
So is this- fleeting.
For just as she's gone, so will she linger.
When she goes,
there are things that will go with her.
But, the most important things remain.