coming home

 a tiny box

tucked into a closet

that is all that's 

left of you

a literal lifetime of memories - you are everywhere

and nowhere

all at once. 

I can feel your presence-

the ghost of you wanders the kitchen

tutting your tongue 

and shaking your head at this

mess we've made 

the family you left behind

but never wanted to 

I didn't mean to push you so far out of sight,

I tried so hard to move past this ache

left in your wake that I forgot to 

remember you