She Knew

She had premonitions. We learned
To ignore them. How many times
Can you run to the window and wait
To see if the world will end? When
The virus drew near, she grew very
Uneasy. “I'll get it,” she said “and I'm
Going to die,” but the days and weeks
Passed, and she seemed to be fine.
I assured her she was, then she
Started to cough. She got headaches.
Eventually, she couldn't breathe,
And an ambulance took her away
To a hospital. I couldn't come,
And, alone, late one evening, she
Died. This last time, she'd turned
Out to be right. I no longer feel
Urges to look out the window.
The world has come to an end.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-11-13 at 19:51

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