gone, so long.

I remember sitting outside
drug houses with you
If there were drugs inside
you weren’t present
Neither here nor there
you weren’t anywhere

Your prescence
murky

Sullied
by your own obsession
Confessions made
Your denial remains
unswayed
Were you the player
was I the played?
Perhaps
I draw back card
the dealer,

paid.

And you shall forever
stay
stained, restrained, pained
With all your self told lies
The thousand lows
amidst the 13 highs.

Was it worth
never coming in from the cold
Out there getting old
just for a cuckhold
that would never be yours
Belonging only to whores
a thing of war
Raging on and on

AND ON.

You’re over there, you’re over there
You’re over there

still gone.