I went out today

Got a reading done

“Eight of swords, try cleaning” i was told

So i went home, wearing your sweater

Found the old boxes

Found your crochet scraps

Found the pictures of you on one knee

The one of a diamond on my hand

The one of me in a white dress

The one of us in Paris

The one of us with lipstick on your face

All away, throw it all away,

All of it, every single one

I grasp onto the sweater as my heart races

As i throw it all away

What if I keep it

Just so I feel less alone

Or I could get a friend

Or a dog

Or a cat

Or maybe even a bunny

No,

We need to throw it out

Move all the boxes to the living room

Move it all to your in-laws house

All away,

Your in-laws are greiving just as much as you are

All away

Out

Out of sight

My heart burns as I move the boxes to the kitchen floor

As tears run down my face

I look into the mirror, red face

Pink eyes, red nose, runny nose

YOU HAVE TO MOVE IT OUT

TAKE THE SWEATER OFF

But I can’t, if I take it off the stitches will become undone

YOU HAVE TO TAKE IT OFF

Its soft, and comfortable

Take. It. Off

As I do so I feel my heart rate go back

The tears stop pouring

I got a reading done today

They told I’ve been greiving for a while

That its going to take a long time to feel normal again

But I don’t want to forget her