Into a spaceship
climb Ziggy and Major Tom...
Her heart froze
years ago, slowly...
January 3rd 2015
This house has been so quiet...
The sound of rushing
traffic zooms behind me...
"I'm sorry" was all they could say
Regardless of their good intentions...
Nothing more to write,
nothing much to say...
So many questions are drifting
in life, answers slipping...
The tender hug
that feeds a fading heart...
The kitchen is empty
the corner you slept in...
Dedicate this poem to a creature that I killed...
I remember like it was yesterday...
Throughout the year
she collects obituary...
Her heart beat on
As she laid in The Home...