When the crowds and condolences fade..

When the crowds and condolences fade...it becomes about the emptiness and lonesomeness, that comes day by day. It's about that jiggering front door knob, he never got a chance to repair. Or the gentle warm breeze, that creeks his tattered rocking chair. Remembering both joking and laughing in the kitchen, as you filled the rooms with appetizing entrees. As you look toward the back kitchen door at his worn tennis shoes...leaves a tear on your cheek and a lump in your throat with little to say. It's about, when you creep up the weather stairs; the aroma of his scent..become way to much to take. You can't bare, going through his closet of dress shirts and press slack, even his one pocket tee-shirts, that you bought over time with much care. It's about..the reminding phone calls, that speak his name and the occasional mail that sneak in..it's all about the fade.