Her Chair

I heard she died in
“her chair”!

I thought how that is how I always said I want to go

with the faintest memory of the last nice thing I did

still floating in the air of the receiver of my smile

or my cackle.

But knowing that was only fitting for her

for being the ray of sunshine for so many

and knowing that a good day for me

was an ordinary day for everyone who knew her

and knowing she will be missed in ways she would never have expected

but that her missing smile cannot be unfelt.