Cupboards of dishes and closets of clothing—
I am weighed down by things.
Bookcases creaking with spine-uncracked still new books
Desk lamps and dusters and duvets galore
Broomsticks and bedsheets and brown paper bags;
No one to sweep for and no one to sleep with
No one to wrap for and no one to weep with
My hurt-heavy heart spilling over to give.