I am still getting used to it
Which means not.
In this house of yours
Which is too big for me now,
Redolent of memories.

There is no-one to say
How nice you look
Or change a light bulb
Though I am perfectly capable
If I try…..
(The garden hose remains a problem).

There is no-one to share the day with
Such as it is,
Bringing celebrations or trials.
It is six months now
But still seems
Only yesterday.