Who stole the daffodils by the front door? I planted them when I first moved in  Happy jonquils would join them on flowering But the bed is empty The soil spread around My patch of sunshine gone

ALONE The word I thought  I never dreaded hearing  Alone. Alone. Alone. As no one simply heard me Or believe my story The look on their faces  The whispers behind my back The stopping of talk  When I entered the room The nonchalant use of…