much

So much that happened
was just one foot in front of the other
a place, a face
a life meandered
the nights drinking
fucking
it’d be good to say
there was a plan
some blueprint
that made it all make sense
only
there wasn’t
just a place, a face, a bar
drugs
rooms to visit
and now its ghosts
at every turn
of dirty deals
done
talking in the dark
attempting sense of the day
nights we held each other against
some drifted, like me
and others went off to others

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