Death.

A rather honest depiction about what happens to our rooms and things when death occurs.

Death.

Do you want to know what is strange about death?

When a person dies, their things do not disappear.

Their lives do not leave.

While their bodies and souls are gone from Earth,

Their things remain.

Their bed is still in the same state of disarray it was the morning before death came.

Leftovers meant to be eaten left in the fridge, 

Awaiting an impossible fate.

Clothes still linger with a smell of their bodies.

Rooms appear as if nothing had ever left.

Rooms do not know that their person is dead.

Rooms do not know death.

I suppose that could be argued that rooms do not know at all.

An open notebook remains that way, never to be closed,

The thought began, never to be finished on paper as was believed.

A pair of dirty socks, carelessly removed and left forever plastered,

Walked out of in the center of the room.

A warn stuffed animal, 

Still wrapped in various layers of blankets and sheets, once loved.

A book began,

a book mark marked,

never to find out that ending.

Death.

When a person dies, their things do not disappear.

Their lives do not leave.

While their bodies decay and corrode, their things are still waiting…

Desperately frozen in time until their owner returns.

What they do not know is death.

Things, rooms, clothes do not know death.

And yet when our people are gone, we cling to those things

Because perhaps we may find some piece of life of a dead person in them.

But we never will.

We will always fail.

Because rooms do not know death.

Author's Note

I want to know what people think about the tone here.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the tone is dark but satirically humorous at the same time...much like Anne Sexton here...in one of her poems she talks about something similar...and has a line "the phone left carelessly off the hook"
as if the person was in the middle of life like the middle of a phone call and got cut off...that is what it is like....and yes...the remains might be buried, but the remains that are things...they stick around...reminders.
really like this one.
j.

[Brittany Bostic]

Thank you. I really liked this one too. That is a good point about Anne Sexton. Thank you for your comment.