Crazy Lady
“Where’s the crazy lady?” their bond...
she found him dead.
we both have his face in our heads
head that hangs
vividly in the library.
she was his friend;
he was a patron to me -
that i might forget
never.
“Where’s the crazy lady?” i
will never see his lips
move, eyes hopeful to tease
his bff. she
found him peaceful in his bed.
i hope he made it
to heaven’s gate.
the page was turned
unexpectedly - the grim
reaper don’t wait.
1/20/2021
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2021
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