They all had places to go.
How careless of her to die like that.
we have places to go today.
Her body still, outside their door.
When neighbors watched her come and go.
And wished they knew her.
But none made the effort.
Neighbors moved out each spring.
New people seldom returned her smile.
So many places to go.
Time was a thief. It took all that she had.
Never went out at night.
They didn't stop to speak.
Less visible than the day before.
When did she vanish completely?
It was long ago, she had been quite aware.
A lifeless body at their front door.