“A blank space never did nobody no good,”
she would say while filling it in.
She would write her words
and her thoughts
and her joy
and her sadness.
She didn’t read books
she talked to them
and they talked back.
she loved their lives
and she lived their loves.
And well enough was never let alone
an ending didn’t mean it had to end
as long as there was some blank space to fill in.