moving the bed

you cringe
and move your bed
to the side.
wanting a change
of scenery.
dust.
debris.
socks. things
you thought
lost
and then forgot
about.
whose ring,
or heel, or
hat, you have no
idea.
a book half read,
spread open
to the last
page you
fell asleep on.
the months
have turned into
years.
you could blame
the dog,
but he's gone too.
despite
his bone being
safely buried
in a lace
bitten brown shoe.