Recognizing the inevitable loss of friends, family members, and mentors over the years.
mourning once again
the loss of those who loved me
who brightened my life
locked themselves away from me—
walked away . . . I stand alone
Copyright © Liz Bennefeld, 2019-11-16.
Day 15 prompt: a “middle” poem
Edited to add: Another in the previous generation of relatives just died this morning; he was 95 years old. Alert and lucid to the end; a low blood oxygen level for a couple days, and then his heart just stopped beating.