i know it in my bones, this is more than weather, this is grief, 
even if it's only the weather, and a drop of sun could make it go,
it's more than a cold cloud blanket, it's in this body, it's the room itself, a presence
that persists. when the sun brightens the corners, when the space is cleared,
the things removed evoke a stronger absence.
you may need it to stay empty for a while, you may need to wait for the room
to grow empty, of things removed, not waiting, for you to continue.