I awoke this morning
in the middle of the bed.
It’s happened a couple of times now.
A little lost
Disoriented
A momentary panic
with legs tangled in sheets.
They tell you
when you lose a spouse
a significant other
avoid big changes
for at least a year.
That wasn’t hard.
I don’t remember much
about that first year
except that grocery shopping
for one
made me cry.
I’d stand in the aisle
in my unchanged clothes
remembering your favorite foods
and weep.
It took four years
to move to the center
of the king-sized bed
from the far left side that was mine.
I clung to the edge
So your ghost
would have plenty of room
to thrash about
without waking me.
But all that has changed.