They closed her eyes,
and placed back the dirt.
A silent breeze swept through the Earth.
Her pictures stashed away in the attic.
Her clothes packed off in suitcases.
Conversations stopped,
at the mention of her name.
Everyone around took the blame.
Once alive, now just a memory.
Nobody fullfilled the promise they gave to her,
when she whispered,
"Remember me."
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When the Mind Wanders
Poetry"Just words extracted from the depths of the my heart and from the corners of my mind."
