Glances
Last
night I had a dream that you left me.
Today I
was cleaning out cupboards, and crying my eyes out. Emptying the house and moving on makes me feel sadder than
anything I had felt during your funeral.
Now, I must leave this place. It
is time. I can never stop saying good-bye to you! How could I?
It’s
been six months. I don’t know what to
do with your clothes. Sometimes I walk
into the closet and smell them. That
embarrasses me in front of no one.
That must be Emma at the door.
She’s
been a patient realtor. I know that the
couple she ushers in is eager to move in.
They are quite young, in love.
Do they know? Of course they do,
but it isn’t time for them. It isn’t
time for them to think about death.
I want them to live here.
I wonder
if they will see that dent in the wall?
The dent breaks me with a glance because I know that you put it
there while carrying in my Christmas present.
Emma says
we should close on the house in two days.
I
shake hands with the couple and manage a smile, even though they can tell that
I have been crying. Emma squeezes my
shoulders on the way out.
As
they depart, I can hear the young couple happily chatting over their new home
prospects. As I closed the door, I
heard him say, “Everything looks good, but we’ll have to repair that dent in
the wall.”