Signs of Life

When the last time happens, will I know?

Your cup on the dresser

Your sock on the floor

Your dish in the sink as you run out the door - 

flotsam and jetsam of days in a rush

one last little push…

I’m gathering behind you 

these small signs of life

putting away all the hurry and strife

stuffing and shoving the pieces and parts

of our broken hearts

into a hamper

to wash away clean

the battles we’ve fought and the miracles seen

when the day comes when I clean your last mess

will I confess?

Through pain and distress

I loved you no less - 

and found it a pleasure to play the good wife

gathering memories in your signs of life