Your Things

Your clothes untouched, 

Since you passed,

The flat feels empty,

Huge and vast.

I can't decide,

If It's good or bad,

To keep your things,

That make me sad.

Our things we bought,

We chose together,

Remain in place,

And they will forever.

Your fave CD,

You'd always play,

Still sits untouched,

In its tray.

My tears of pain,

Scan your possessions, 

I'm learning life's,

Hardest lessons.

The clock ticks louder,

Beside our bed,

Your book lays open,

Still unread.

Ive kept Your phone,

Which never rings,

The quiets so loud, 

With just your things.