RDP Monday: PLANGENT

Photo A.M. Moscoso

There are no flowers

in my vases

no one knocks upon my door

nobody remembers my name

it was lost to the wind and rain years ago.

There is nobody next to me

when I dream or wake or sleep

there are no flowers in my vases

and  in my eternal  slumber

I  hear nobody weep.

Photo A.M. Moscoso