Edit contact: Jen
36 years old,
I can’t believe you are gone.
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
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.