Your Room

When i walked into your room, i wasn't overcome with gloom &; I
didn't feel overcome by an impending sense of doom. I picket through
your trinkets, your odds &; ends, your pearls, your medals &;
your postcards from friends. I handled your jewelry box, your necklace
with the clasp that didn't lock, I tied your scarves around my throat
and rubbed your lotions into my skin.
I came out sure that no one's infinite -
that life goes on even without you in it.