When They Say Your Margins Are Good
They told me there’d be seasons in New York.
I began to believe they lied.
The skies have been gray since I got here.
That seemed more than fitting.
I’ve come to this place to die.
No one knows that yet.
I no longer ask difficult questions.
That made the transition easier.
Holding a grudge is hard when they say your margins are good.
Doctors tell you what they want you to hear.
It’s okay that I miss California.
I want to see snow falling at night.
Hearing I’m still young is getting old.
I changed my mind about dying here.
It isn’t worth the paperwork or the heartache.
They told me that spring was the best time to move.
I believe that was also a lie.
*originally written May 15, 2022*
William S. Friday 
I don’t have words…my heart breaks for any anguish you’re going through. 😦
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Old poem, Dani. 18 months is a long time to move past old feelings, but thank you.
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And … Have you seen the snow falling at night?
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I have now.
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Nice!
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Oh my friend, what a poem. That ain’t just a poem. Nope.
Believing is hard, isn’t it?!
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Thank you, Ka. A lot of things are hard, huh? We got this.
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I like that, Bill. I like that a lot. You are right on both counts.
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Snow at night is beautimous as long as you don’t have to drive in it, unless you enjoy driving in it. Then it’s fun. Do you see yourself as staying in NY until you die, or do you see yourself moving back to CA or some other place?
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