by days end

someone dies.

not unusual. it seems to happen
all the time.

in fact,
so far a hundred per cent
of the human

race have gone down that road.
but
this name

sounds familiar.
someone from the past.

high school
or college perhaps.

an acquaintance, a lover?
who was she

in the scheme of things,
your cluttered
life?

was she blonde or brunette,
funny or sad?

but the vagueness of her,
the memory
for better worse, will by days
end

pass.