Forgotten

I come upon a house A dull, brown house No life, no vibrancy Except a flickering light in the living room Though the garden now covered in weeds Roses are all I see The rose I planted many years ago Now a dull, green stem Through the door and in the kitchen I once sat eating eggs with soy sauce I unload the groceries and begin to cook There she is Walking slowly and carefully Her feeble legs moving her forward “Hello, Poh-poh. How are you?” “Fine,” she says A pause “Have you seen Karina?”