last stop

when mary
left that sort of ended
things
of a certain era.
you could always
ride by and see her curtains
pulled open.
the blue couch
the blue rug,
the cabinet tv,
besides
the curio.
the two candles
in the window.
you can't imagine
a world
without her being nearby.
but at ninety five
she had to
go.
Miami, she said.
taking the train,
the slow train with
two suit cases,
that's all.
I hate to fly.