Shoes

we returned the shoes
she bought to dance in after
her last treatment

Image: TerriC–Pixabay

One Last Time

in the twilight
Grandma folds her tired hands
one last time

crosses by the road
three souls have left
their bodies behind

widow wanders
all the trails they once loved
aching feet

let me slip off in peace
avoiding the rivers of
lingering goodbyes

white lily petals
does anyone gather them
as they fade and fall?

empty wine bottle
in an alley — mute witness
to a drained life