The Hardest Thing of All
I took off my pillowcases and replaced them with his pillowcases with ease, but cried over taking the good cutlery
I didn’t bat an eyelid when deciding which engagement congratulations cards I would keep and which I would throw out, but the decision to ask to take the wall clock with me broke my heart
I could throw away photos of loving looks, but not ones of laughing times
I wept as I sorted through our music, but was dry-eyed when I realized I no longer wore my rings
I was calm when I stopped the bills in my name, but found the hardest thing of all was taking pictures off the wall
I can only remove one or two a day as we can only slowly get used to there being less and less of us