Final Removal

Though it is not the last
it is the worst farewell.

The still rooms spell
the gathered recollections of what's past,
tell of the times untimed, thought
endless, and now brought
to their uncertain, certain end.

Though it is not the end,
it is the ending
of a span of harmony that seems
to send a wave of disconcerting
silence through the echoing
love-lapped rooms.

Though these rooms lie bare,
stripped clear, and everywhere
lie parcels of their life,
there is no grief.

We will return, or stay,
and find, whichever way,
that they are always here.