Hair crazy, eyes crazy
Time tugs on her face, trying to drag it down to the floor
Vacant windows to a house that’s empty
She plays with a string, amazed that it can be wrapped around a single finger
A finger that once didn’t have arthritis
A hand that once was used to carve and paint
She sits and waits to seep into the earth
Sometimes it is time for the time to pass…
She can’t escape and so she waits
People coming and going, hoping and crying
Making up their own story that allows them to sleep at night
Sleeping in a room filled with things that were hers
Things that she built that reminds everyone how the great can fall and will
This event we are watching will soon enough be what we become
And no one even bothered explaining to the cats that she wasn’t coming back
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