a place for everything

she hung her
keys
on the wooden
peg
in the hallway
near
the light
switch
and the table
where the mail
fell
from her hand
each day.
the coat went
on a knob
of the closed
closet door.
her shoes
would come
off
and be set
upon the first
step
of the stairs
leading up
to where she
slept
and where
she died
that night,
leaving
everything in
a place that
was familiar.