Then one fateful day, an event Made its way to our ajar doors "She is no longer here! She is here no more!" The loose bolted chairs And the dusty summer chairs Lost protoplasmic breaths. While the papers she marked With her utterly critical hands - That fateful day took with it, "She is no longer here! She is here no more!" And we are left with a misfit piece And we are dying of yearn "What about US her fam'ly? When is she bound to return?" But that fateful day stressed a score - That she was no longer here And that she was here no more
My very first poem published here on Hello Poetry. Yey!