Gone For Good

It's like walking through a miniature ghost town.
It's barren and almost out of my memory.
I haven't been here for a few months.
I don't even remember which one is her room.
I walk in the door expecting her to be sitting at the kitchen table;
she always sits there when we're here.
She isn't there,
So I check in her favorite spot-
her chair in the living room.
But again, she isn't there.
I'm not sure if I'm dreaming or not.
i try picturing her being there,
but it didn't work.
Maybe it would help if I went through her stuff.
Maybe then she'd show up.
I turned her radio up really loud.
-Hoping to hear her yelling at me..
I doubt she liked that up there in the sky.
I was almost positive it was her changing the stations.
Next I go and played with her breakables.
I hear her voices sometimes saying,
"Stop that! You put that down, you'll hurt yourself!"
Gosh- she always worried for us.
She'd call us in the winter and ask if we were wearing socks,
so we didn't get sick.
And when her birthday came around,
I tried to call her home phone,
but the line had already been disconnected.
That's when I realized she was really gone,
Gone for good.