It is:

The frayed edges,

The loose ties,

The settled dust

On unfinished

…Stuff.

It is the niggling,

Other doubting,

Ever present

In the room.

The unforgotten.

It is the pillow

That I place

Over my face.

It is the cotton

Damp from tears,

The pearls of fear,

Around my neck.

The sober fight.

The longest night.

It is:

The sadness of

The best sun

Bereft of fun.

It is what:

I am left with.

The loose change.

The soft landing.

The long standing.

It is.