looking down

 I’ve said enough seen the apple fall like it always does 

 looking down heavy enough

 to have outgrown this stuff 

 in a family house it’s the afterlife and all we have’s the pictures on the

phone 

 like we always have 

 on a private road

 where my daughter’s home I could tell you

 about the people

 I used to love 

 and the computer goes on and on