Quiet Noises

and even after you leave
this house will sit still.
but not to worry,
I'll still remember to water your flowers on the window sill
and keep our laundry separate.
your room still smells like your perfume
weeks later.
lines still fresh from the vacuum.
I walk to the threshold and stare.
I don't want to crinkle your covers
or leave footprints on the carpet.
because all of this
is an empty painting.
its not quite right
without you.