My neighbour left us today.
She left in a brown wooden box
The road partially blocked
Whilst buses mounted pavements
To slip past at their own funereal pace.
My neighbour left us today.
A pocket of grief on our street
A sad bubble around her door
Whilst normal life surrounds it,
Letters posted, coffees purchased.
My neighbour left us today.
I didn’t know her name until this morning
When the flowers spelt it out
Whilst we had spoken we never exchanged much.
She was Iris.
Iris left us today.
A.Smith March 25th 2021