i just found it
the other day,
still attached to a
belt loop
on an old
pair of jeans.
it was part of me
everyday for two weeks,
that simple
metal object,
it held on
to the things
that meant so
much to her
in life
and will mean
so much to her
daughter when she's old
enough to appreciate them.
i tried to put
the jeans on,
leaving the safety
pin where i
found it.
one leg in.
but as i tried to
push my right leg
through the emptiness,
i stopped...
i pulled my left
leg out,
folded the jeans
up and placed
them back in
bottom of the drawer
where i'd found them.
not today,
i thought.
Matt, I know exactly what you mean in this post. So many times in the last year, I have come across small thing, a piece of paper with his handwritng,the shirt he ordered that came after his death,his favorite book, a song he liked. Things other people take for granted that I never will again.
ReplyDeleteI feel the same way... even an expression that he used that I find myself using triggers a wonderful memory. Sometimes it is sadness all over again, some times I am complete and utter "oh my goodness.. why him/me/us!" and then sometimes I am glad I remembered it! Oh how I miss my Danny!
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