My place is neat and clean,
there are no locks on the gate.
It is a quiet area of town.
So why does no one visit me?
My new address was given to all,
even put an ad in the local paper.
People took a note –
surely they can’t have forgotten it?
Days turn to months –
still no one comes.
I start to wonder,
has everyone moved away
and in their haste forgotten to say.
But wait . . .
Someone is coming up the path …
It’s Stevie and Theresa –
I have not seen them for quite a while.
They are carrying something in a bag.
Selfishly I wonder can it be for me?
If it is, what can it be?
It is for me:
there is a bunch of flowers inside.
They are laid on my grave . . .