How quiet the house
Moving van has gone
Taking her furniture to its new home.
She walks from room to room
Hours, the voices of yesterday
Spending too much time
In their bedroom
Where they used to be two.
She can hear his voice.
Feel his body
Keeping hers warm.
Today she is cold
Closed the door
Forget the past
Hold on to good memories
Do not look back
Tears are blurring her vision
Good-bye house on the hill
Take care of her daffodils.
The porch swing is still.