there was these bunched-up blinds raised ‘bove the windows in her kitchen…

pitch black ‘side…lights a distance away…cars passin’ on backroads…fall was ‘most gone…next year…next year…

Stephen King book lay on the table along with cleaning products…few lists…empty yogurt container…used spoon…

all these boxes….everywhere…boxes…marked Old Style…an’ Vizio…Chuckee Shaw…some items…toilet paper…mouthwash…scrubbing brush…

next day she left…gone…

just walked out the door…

not even a goodbye…

didn’t see it comin’….