Password for the Dead
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
Her account still says active
when the green dot catches light.
The birthday notices arrive.
People write miss you
beneath a photograph
she once disliked.
No one knows the password.
No one can close the small door.
All year the machine remembers
on schedule,
while we remember without one.
49 words · 11 lines · Free Verse