I moved the chest
From here to there,
And threw some old clothes
Over a chair.
I got rid of a lot of things
I didn't need,
But you're still here.
I shifted the table
From left to right,
And worked long hours
Into the night.
My house is spotless now,
But memories of you
Clutter the night.
Scarlett Treat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mental-furniture/
