a moment ago I thought
what if he had lived?
this house
cold now
would have been colder still
too full by far by one
we neither one of us
ever had the strength
or felt the ache
to just say
look
I'm still here
let's talk
So, one of us had to go.
California I resisted
but perhaps California
would have been better than this
This is my entry to 
The image is mine. I had a blast trying to make two slabs of plaster into a cool photo.
This poem is marked with a lot of footprints for me. Freewrite poetry always takes me somewhere I had no idea I was headed.
Thank you for reading. I really appreciate it, and will gladly come read yours. I'll give you my depleted 100% upvote too, why not? Invite me over!
