Chores...

  tiredness
sinks bone deep
settles into soft tissue
makes a home
  where your love
 used to be.   
      The efforts of
mourning you, us,
 wearing me down.
I've hollowed out
 the remains of my heart
   swept the floors of
      memories
 and dusted the last remnants
     of this need for you
 into a pile,
   pushed it under the rug
to deal with later.
   Ive folded away
the dreams, and packed up
  the  hopes
    you left behind.
 I've washed my soul
of your fingerprints
        and now
it is time to rest
 in the sterile emptiness
 and allow the grief
  to take the
 place of my love.