Once More Through The House

 Once More Through The House


Before the agent arrives 

I must clear my head.

You were born, you have lived

got sick, now are dead.


All your clothes will be gone.

I won’t look at them now.

Once high fashion, a smart fit;

With age, too small

When you told me the news

They grew larger and larger

now matter what we all tried.


My closet door where you measured

My growth by the marks of a pencil,

Then I came back a man

By request painted it over,

Now I stare at it,

both coat one and coat two

Feeling for lines and numbers

As it was back in time;

Like when I saw you laid out

I swore you were breathing.


Sell it all, everything.

Make a young famly happy,

Pots, pans, rugs will never be missed.

Yet I’m hurriedly looking,  

in cabinets and in drawers

for your handwritten grocery lists. 


We’ll both keep our memories 

across heaven and space.

I so want to see you,

I so hate this place.



-Kevin Bergin


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