You left instructions for
your collection of records
for where to place
your life-exhausted body.
Where did you leave instructions for
taming the brutal silence?
How do I stop your absence
from following me to every room?
How do we carry on
Love this. It explains grief so well and I like the way it is addressed to the person who died. I can’t remember ever seeing that perspective of it.
Yes, instructions for all the physical things, but none for how to live life after the loss of a loved one. Wonderful poem!!
Wonderful, heart tugging poem.
The instructions may be
between the lines of
what was left out?
Your poem strikes right at my heart.
Been there. Still there sometimes. Good poem
Love this poem Bill. It really hits home.