Thanks be to Ms. EBT.
Ben and I head downstairs, but we don't see you.
I open the door, expecting you to be on the porch, but you're not.
Ben spots you first and sighs.
He walks outside with me, asks me if I'm going to be OK before he leaves.
I walk over to you as Ben drives away.
It's strange to see you sitting on the edge of the sidewalk by the mailbox.
I want to ask you why you're out here.
But then I notice the slump of your shoulders, your hands pulling at your hair.
I stand next to you, waiting to see what you'll say or do.
But you don't get up.
I sigh when I notice you wiping away tears.
And then your broken voice hits my ears.
"She's gone."
Thank you for the craziness the past two days.
See you pretteh ladies manana.