she left us
a month has gone by
she's still gone a way
not a trace nor a lie
it hurts less everyday
no call note or knock
not a sound she gave
she left us in shock
when she went a way
empty souls at nightfall
left us three, all alone
tears seep before they fall
abandoned to the bone
that was then
forty years ago
memories of when
we still don't know
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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