I found your obituary on the Internet after googling to see what you were up to, not having been in touch for a while.
Edit contact: Mum Delete Yes No
No Five years And I still can’t do it.
Do I need these black holes to go to as if you are somehow still alive?
Hit delete and shut it down.
EDITOR’S NOTE: This poem was selected from entries submitted to our Creative Challenge Series #33: Last Sentences, which required that the last sentence in the text must be used as given. Read other Creative Challenge winners. To find out how to participate, go to Creative Challenges.