Where The Wall Meets The Floor Poem by Jayne Doe

There was a time my only friend
Was a wall so quiet and still.
It did little
But little it needed do
As it lowered me slowly to the floor
So I could sink as the news sunk into me.
One less person in the world
And the death of many others
Forever changed with loss they've come to know
But will know no more.
My own quiet death
A secret kept
By the wall
And the faithful floor we stood upon.
I left bereft of who I was
Before I heard the news.
And a part of me lives where I heard you died
In a hall where the wall meets the floor.