Enough

I made a drawer

To keep the Nike shorts and oversized faded teeshirts

The simple delicate classy tops she loved

The baseball cap with the initials ST

Her first white coat

Favorite bathing suit - blue and white plaid, like something a kid might wear

-my grief 

I put that in the drawer too

Mixing my things with hers 

Because it was taking up too much space

The whole room 

Threatening to spill over into the rest of the house

A cloud overhead muting the joys of life, overcasting the random tragedies

The drawer - an homage to this woman loved

is insufficient as much as it is necessary 

so little as much as it is deep

On the days when the compass gets confused and the rudder is unreliable

If I can be half as strong as the person she thought I was 

Maybe that will be enough