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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