After the loss comes the separation of the roads we travel
I make sudden decisions to replace a chair,
get a new bright kitchen bin
But I see that it will no longer be the kitchen you knew.
And your bed is covered in objects or clothes
awaiting a new destination.
I can’t sit in there looking at this green view
In case someone comes to the door…
I am slow on the stairs,you see.
And it’s no longer your room,, where you wrote your books
with our old cat lying across your shoulders.
Parts of it look oddly tidy
Then there are bags to divide up your possessions…books to keep?
Books to toss?
Clothes to kept in memory?
i thought I could hear a voice speaking to me
I had kicked your red radio!
that was not your voice
This is not a poem.
I am not myself.
Yet who else am I?
Maybe those we call mad
are simply better at picking up signals
which the sane can ignore
but who can say which ones matter?
You are still here in your urn…
Whatever shall I do with you
Or without you.
This is not a poem
i am not dead
I am not a person.
the radio addresses me.
Am I alive?
Everything little thing I do
makes me more separate from you.
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How my heart sings 
As always, you have expressed complex feelings very clearly here.
Since my Mother died earlier this year, I find myself thinking about how much has changed in the world and of all the things she would not recognise! Virginia Woolf captured it in ‘The Waves’ after Percival is killed “‘This then is the world that Percival sees no longer. Let me look. The butcher delivers meat next door; two old men stumble along the pavement; sparrows alight. The machine then works; I note the rhythm, the throb, but as a thing in which I have no part, since he sees it no longer.”
If some of the ideas relating to quantum mechanics are correct, will anything still exist when we ourselves cease to look at them?
Thank you very much,Mike especially for mentioning your own experience and for the apposite extract from Virginia Woolf.
I hardly dare comment on quantum mechanics now….. but it is affecting to think about the new path we take without one of our close relatives or friends.I was distracted today by being taken to a garden centre by another lady in the same situation as myself.By a strange coincidence it seemed so specialise in acers.I’ve never seen so many!And I may have mentioned I have recently acquired three of them which I am looking forward to seeing change colour;again it will be only I that will see this and the new bed I have planted…some part of us resists change like this and another part says it is good to look forward to something.The garden centre also had a lot of apple trees but all I bought was a bag of crocus bulbs…it was enough just to see the other things and to be in the countryside