Unnoticed

By Ashton Hope

We hereby conduct this post mortem

as the touch we recognized as ours becomes foreign

What went wrong, were there clues that we missed?

How could all this go unnoticed?

Her last visit wasn’t out of the blue;

she had just signed a deal and had come to give us the news.

along with her came her belongings

that she gifted to us to cease our longings.

her happiness had been contagious,

her counter attacks had been righteous,

she had stayed up the entire night, alone,

doing something with her mobile’s microphone.

had we known that she was writing a letter,

we would’ve done something to make her remember

how the lord had given her such a blessing

to be born to us who taught her his teachings.

the goodbye made things a bit clear

but we refuse to believe what had appeared

in front of us - holding accountable,

We were her family, not her angel.

By Ashton Hope