today

I�m cleaning closets today,
sitting on the bedroom floor
where we laughed and you kissed me soft on the mouth.

And I�m writing poetry today,
sitting on the bed
where I close my eyes and listen to music that makes me think of you.

And I�m crying today
in my new flannel pyjamas
that you will never see.

And I�m smiling today
because it�s Christmas
and because it�s quarter to five
and because I can smell burnt toast in the hallway.

But mostly because I know
that in writing these words
I am making you near me always.