It Ended on a Sunday

by joetwo


She ended on a Sunday

Her mind gave up the fight then

Two years before her body

Bested by burst blood vessels

And cholesterol plaques

From then on

It wasn’t her

The wit, the spring in her step

All she was, what made her unique

Had been expunged

What remained was a shadow

Re-exploring the world

Reduced to infancy again

Struggling to regain some normalcy

But fighting a losing battle

She died on a Friday

But it ended on a Sunday

That was when I held my grief

A long time before