all those winter coats

what is there left

after a life well lived?

where's the will?

where's the picture box,

the dusty

albums of children,

before phones took over.

where's

the money jar?

the lock box, the bank

account statement?

what's in it for me?

who was favored, who

wasn't?

there's a lot of digging,

a lot of searching

in places you've never

been before,

there's so many pockets

so many pairs of pants 

and winter coats,

to empty.