She had left so much here
the carloads taken to Goodwill
numbered, now, beyond ten
he’d kept a count, tho, if pressed
he’d not admit to it

too much there to allow in
it was only to go out

elsewhere.

Which thoughtlined to such a different place
one of today the multi-colored thoughts and pictures
in an everyday, always anyway, person’s mind

all jumbled together
with feeding the dog
the oatmeal for breakfast
the judgement living in the bathroom mirror
and changing the bedsheets just ‘cause it is Wednesday.

She had left so much behind.

He had so much left to do.