All the things

— a poem about the stuff we leave behind when we die

Astaria DÁrci - Whispering Echo
Growing Grief
1 min readJan 16, 2024

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All the things

— a poem about the stuff we leave behind when we die

All the things you left behind

Were just on borrowed time

I can’t let them go, not yet, not for a while

They speak to me of you and all you meant

Of the things that bring me tears, laughter, and sorrow

The clothes on coat hangers, the shoes on the floor

The lipstick you wore, lotions, and potions that filled the drawer

The house is still filled with you

And all that a lived life can be, these things left behind have set you free

Free from the earthly bounds, old age, pain, and your body letting you down

I’m happy for you, really I am, your suffering is now gone, and the beginning of a new plan

For I believe it to be true, that we are here for a moment to experience all we can

And find our way through

With lessons abound, we’ll do it all over, in another time and place we will discover that our love and connection cannot be broken, we are all one, just a drop in the ocean.

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