Love Poem: Good Luck
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Written by: Emerson Adkins

Good Luck

Walking a last inspection through the devastation of this home
		we once shared,
I find a small crystal on the carpet and pick it up.
Its surface is rough and cold,
but I would never have noticed it you were still here.

I try to remember where I first picked it up, and
I think it was that summer in the Grand Canyon
Where you kept violating the Danger! signs,
Just, I think, to hear me plead with you 
	to conform
for your own good.

I put the crystal in my pocket for luck.
I'll need it.