Rumor has it
That she has left.
She no longer lives
Where she used to.
Her plants has died
That she took care of.
Balcony is filled with dried leaves
And wind blown scrap
Bills remain unpaid
Groceries uncooked, stale
Calls to her goes unanswered
And messages undelivered.
Nobody knows her story
Or why she left.
What is her pain
And what she suffered.
Rumor has it
That she has left.
Never to be back again.
