The Weight of BaggageMature

You were always a man of little spoken words, and fewer reasons, We had moved up into this place, the green room, only days after fleeing that run down apartment in the lower east side, where you had once dropped the last hit of Acid, and smoked up a life's saving in a pool of Crystal meth. We were starting over. Nothing could stop our future, if you loved me, and I loved the devotion. I learnt again that moving away is bringing your baggage, the addiction would return but along with me came something much worse, the shadow of a MAN who taught me the meaning of love and who I had not yet forgotten. 

You were my blinder, my replacement, and I was left to walk amongst my lonely memories. His presence still lingering inside me like a void.

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