un-edited

Before me, the city
Behind me, the hills of lights
Where most of it took place

Beside me, a plastic well of spring water
And an empty parking lot

Beneath me
A different home
On the same globe
Less friends, more lessons learned
More space, less room
More moments, less time
Less reason to want more.

You mentioned starting a scrap book
This month,
But Ive scrapped too much
And someone scrapped having me around
But if it makes for a pretty picture
Or movie idea, I'll tell you my story
And since you're a great surgical editor
& Unpublished healer

maybe you can re-write my mending.