I put her into care

I combed her hair
and put her into care,
not far, nearby.

I told them to be kind
and keep an eye on her,
told her to eat.

Her dress sagged from behind
loose at the waist,
she had no appetite, she said,
had lost her taste.

I was too late
to hear that silent tap
upon my heart
when she slipped out

I was too late
to see her softly wrap
her memories around her
like a shroud,

on her way out.