She does not want to be here
I silently follow her
In from the front door
Through the foyer filled with boxes
Down the hall
To the bedroom
She stops at the door
I wait behind her
Patient
She opens the door
She is hit by a torrent of memories
She can�t move
I try to console her
Let her know it�s OK
I can�t
She slowly walks in
She looks and does not see
There is the bed,
The reading chair,
The nightstand
The lamp
The Chest of drawers
On the chest of drawers are the photos
They are all face down
She opens the first drawer, and takes out her clothes
The bed is quickly becoming a mound of garments
Then the second drawer
More clothes of hers
She reaches for the third
I try to help
I can�t
She opens the third
She bites her lip
She tries to hold it in
She can�t
The tears flow
The sobs come like waves on breakers
I try to comfort her
I can�t
She takes out my clothes
She smells them
Carefully she places them on the floor near her.
Then the fourth drawer
Sitting, she opens it
The tears will not come anymore
She silently sobs, rocking
My photos are there
Neatly stacked
I try to close the drawer
I can�t
She slowly turns them face down
On the floor
Then she�s gone
I can�t follow
I can�t leave
All I can do is remember
