- Vol. 02
- Chapter 09
If I wrote a book- you could turn the page to read about
the shed he built which had no roof.
In chapter 2 you would hear the story
of the wrong suitcase,
know that once we laughed.
Chapters 3 and 4 could be for the wedding
when he dressed as a clown,
the atlas he left for the baby
the shame of sharing other beds.
But this is a poem so I will just tell you that
he went away.