Ayala
Distraught release
Despicable disease
Smile nod
Letters told in secret
Words lost
Like the old crow
Ayala
A
Ghost
The Townie
Toast
A toast to what?
Completion (?)
The last time I saw him
Was in the dark
We spoke in riddles
Lost in the mazeful haze of our lives
Doing the things we promised we would
Never do
Take care of family
Marry in to
Another life
Another strife
The only light between us
Was the lighter strike
A dying roach
Both of us
Inhaling
And
Exhaling trauma
This time I listened.
His brother died.
He and his father found him
Described his addiction and how it had him coming
Back
For
More
Thats what killed him
The second hit
I listen in the dark
In my dead Lexus
Covered in dust
Dead
In
A
Dead
Garage
The two of us Shadows
In our own lives
Ghosts
Our friendship burdened with dreams
Escaped into the maze
Still
LOST
I hug Russ on the stair case and tell him, “Losing friends is a part of life.” He doesnt like it.
But it’s the truth
I know
Laying here in the dark thinking of my last hug
With
Ayala
Not a crow
But
An
Old
Soul
James was wrong.
He haunts me in the good way.
Old memory
Now past
At a BBQ
‘How long will it last(?)”
Lingering with acquaintances and half friends
Kind by association
But no one really knows me
Not like a real friend.
Ayala
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I read these lines as the anchor/center of your poem of loss ..
“He doesn’t like it.
But it’s the truth
I know ..”
Kevin
Tite
“Laying here in the dark thinking of my last hug with Ayala”
Great line! (but it’s full of ’em!)
Great feels. I feel like it’s all fueling you, winding into a complete story.
No one really knows me
Not like a real friend
I think we gotta grab our real friends sometimes…
thanks RJ. Hope it grabbed you.