Things

Donathen my love,
Your things are scattered around the house. Part of me was very organized. The other part let your folded laundry stay where it is. Some of your shirts and jeans are in the drawers.Boxers and Kerchiefs too. Other clothing and items are stashed in suitcases. But I keep opening them to sort and make decisions about who should receive them.
Every little thing that I have given away, I have had to make an effort to part with. I do not need your things to know you are with me. Still, I feel greedy in my need to have them around. I am still sleeping with your red jacket. I am still wearing your rings. I am still trying to smell you on bandanas and shirts. It is very odd to be trying to find you within your things. But there is no place else that I can find who you were in the flesh. Yes, you are in my heart but it isn't the same thing. My body misses your body.