Take my hand California

It rained 

All day 

It never

Stopped.

I went 

To

The library

Then

Ran in the

Rain.

Warmed

Myself

With a cup

Of tea.

Cooking 

Chili

For dinner.

I remember 

I loved

Cooking

For

You.

It was the

Only time

You liked

Me.

I would

Set

The table.

Pick flowers

From

My garden.

Pick the

Vegetables from

My garden.

Herbs as well.

The windows

Would

Be open 

As a sweet 

Mountain

Breeze would

Blow

Through 

Our home.

Light music

On.

I would put on 

A sundress 

For you.

The last meal

I made..

Ended up 

All over

The walls.

Flash

To now

As I stir 

The chili 

The red tomatoes 

I see remind

Me 

Of my blood.

I put the lid

On the pot.

It hurts

To think.

My phone

Rings.

I awnser it.

Hello,

The voice says.

I smile.

It's my brother.

Hi

I reply.

I was thinking 

About you,

You ok?

I stir the 

Chili and

Reply 

Yes, now

 That I hear 

Your voice.

We talk for 

Awhile.

You end the

Call,

I love you pea.

You say.

I respond

Simply..

I love you too,

I reply,

You are my

California.

My bother 

Laughs.

I can feel

Him

Smiling.

He simply 

Responds....

You are 

My 

Minnesota.

I smile 

And

Hang up

The phone.

I smile.

I survived

2 bad

Relationships 

And 

California 

Took my hand.