so much that happened

 

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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