A simple plan
Breathe, stop.
Granddad did it
With a shotgun
So young
I never knew him
***
I wonder if he felt
As I do now
Am I beginning to know him
in a way I had never hoped?
I remember when I saw this in another place and was ever so moved by the image and your words. A lack of comments and the darkness here make me feel some angst unlike before and the desire to reach out. It leaves me thinking of Hemingway.
