driving all day to collect
The remains of my recently passed friends life
The odd, ends & bed frames
Left without a home, left to me
Splitting the drive back home so I can stop
At the little science center of his youth, next to the lake,
where he learned the names of the fish he loved to catch
Thinking of our trip to Montana & our fishing
The fly rod he brought on a visit that still hangs unused on the wall
So many people have made donations he must have been very loved she said
I can barely see the paperwork through stained glass eyes
