oh to escape the mess

I look around my house.
I just want to crawl into my bed and under my covers.
Everywhere I look, there are 'just things'.
They are just things. They aren't the essence of
someone I love or have loved. They do not
hold a part of someone's soul... nor can they bring
them back. I can not escape loss. But, I can escape denial.
or atleast try...