In a lonely place,

where no one talks

and no one smiles,

no one calls,

no one knocks on the wooden panelled door,

the text alert stays silent,

the interaction on social media

reduced to the barest minimum

contact, more chance of Life

in the hereafter it seems.

A Twenty-First century death,

silent, tumble weed on screen

garners more interest,

just forgotten,

and the worst part is when you get used to it,

then the feeling of memory is taken from you.

Ian D. Hall 2017