Life Under Reconstruction

The day that you went and died
All I did for years is cried.
All that was beautiful was gone.
The days and nights were so long.

I neglected the home and pets.
Thought of all my little regrets.
There was no comfort inside.
I lost you; I lost my pride.

Nothing mattered and I didn't care.
Yet, I searched for you everywhere.
Found others who suffered like me.
Friends they became like family.

They helped to clean the rooms.
I even bought more big brooms.
I dusted and took out more trash.
Found pictures and your old stash.

Bagged up memories of us together.
Hauled off things that you treasured.
A friend came to help me paint anew.
Just like you always helped me to do.