Quarantine
Is a lonely place to grieve
The final sight
In the sirens
Of her life
Speeding
Down our road
and
Through our town's
silent streets
I was not
expecting this.
And now
her last words
are
Parked in our driveway.
Without a soul
To see or hear her.
She's waiting
for me
Although, she left
Weeks ago.
Please,
Stay at home.
By Anna - Grace Du Noyer