fold clothes
crochet a stitch
dry dishes
crochet a stitch
vacuuming with white noise
crochet a stitch
thoughts lost in some vast
space of grief
subconsciously sorting out
rearranging the order of the universe
and one’s place in this time
absent-mindedly doing all the
normal things
on auto-pilot
holding the tears, desolation
until it bursts in disarray
leaving us at a loss
to put you back together
not pretending,
coping
finding a safe spot
where peace can heal
this too, part of the plan
learning how to be together
how to be separate
waiting for the next door to open
in reunion
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