Wrung Out

Piled in a basement,
With applause hanging in
My imagination.
Not able to play,
Or contemplate.
She's the one who died.

Oars pushing
In a photograph
The water spraying.

With the doors hanging in
His commiseration
Not able to compensate
Or pay, or anything
She's the one you left behind

Oars pushing
In a photograph
water spraying.