1204 Indian St. (a poem)

No prompt, just things from yesterday, when I drove by my grandparents’ old house…

It’s all boarded up now
the gate replaced by a fence
overgrown with vines and weeds
junked out car in the alley
next to the old garage

Death sent me a message
I’ve not seen in twenty years
signed with ‘I love you’ and a kiss
the cruelest of taunts
disguised as a heartstring pull

(10/11 May 2015)

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