The last day of Poetry Month and our prompt was to write a farewell poem. Hope you enjoy this one.
Lost
She wasn’t found
until days after her death.
The foul stench
was how we knew.
In life, she lived alone,
a good neighbor, never too loud.
She used to tell me stories
about her job as a counselor.
I hope she found her salvation
but I doubt it.
Maybe I’ll find out one day.
All the poems I wrote this month are available in my poems section. No prompts though.
