His texts started with a Good morning

Then ended with a Good night

Then everything went south, a redwood collapsed

He stopped all communication for no apparent reason

I was having trouble seeing the goodness of life

The mystrey, all the exttinct animals and plants

I thought all guys were going to hurt me like a cannon ball

I looked at the reds and blues of the bulidings

That is not really bright at all

Once I pulled myself out of the sinkhole I felt the dirt on the ground

That the yellow and orange sun

Not just bright but colorful

A beauty in my life

That will always be there