The Daily Post

If only you had been able to tell

where the invisible line in the powder had been drawn,

Maybe you wouldn’t have crossed it.

Maybe you would have stopped in time,

but I doubt it. You never knew when it

was time.

You could have had it all—

Me, the very, very fine house with

two cats in the yard, but now life is so

hard because of you:

Packing your nose

full of white

while your heart pounded

wild like a jackhammer and didn’t stop

because you couldn’t stop

until you were

gone.