Saturday, September 17, 2016
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
by therapy, by understanding,
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
The quality of the doors has changed;
of the walls, the floors, the light.
This room was a different place before
we packed up her precious things.
She had possessed it, made it move,
and now it lies still, not dead, but waiting.
No longer hers, it longs, as does she,
for what comes next.