~ 10pm ~

 

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For my cheerleader, my confidant and the only person who keeps me sane some days.

This is a old poem, and still just as relevant today.

Cigars and cider help the words flow

Easy from my mouth to his

We draw in fast, let out slow –

Drink the smoke to breathe the fire

And we’ll ask the gods what they require.

I lean back and grasp the air

Watch it passing though my hand

As fleeting as a teenage care

We are no Romeo and Juliet –

Yet it feels like us against each threat.

He talks of travel, I of pain

We both want to run away

“Would you ever try cocaine?”

Then he relights, puffs into the flame

The ash at our feet like our family name.

Our child rests and so do we

Awake, sleeping on our own

Wishing for times always this carefree

“I can’t stand any people, except you –

Because you are me, through and through.”

He leans in close to tell another’s joke –

Knowing we are the punch line –

I laugh, like a dragon puffing smoke.

“Don’t be bitter darling, they don’t know what they say –

‘Live quiet, do well’, and now, pass me the ashtray.”