For this Throwback Thursday, I found a poem written some years ago, after cleaning out SWMBO's closet. Life tends to be a roller coaster, doesn't it? After a death, there are days filled with reminders, and days spent sorting the detritus of our previous lives. Then, the sun shines again, and we begin the journey all over again.
He spent a weekend
in the shadows
He had forgotten how beautiful she looked in them.
Each trip to the car
brought back memories
of events and places.
He brought his monsters
into the light
and they sat quietly
waiting for him
to move them to a new home.
Would he miss them?
Once the closet was empty
he set about filling it again
so that the next occupant
could store their own monsters
within its walls.
Why was it so hard
to step from the shadows
into the light? 
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