He Was

HE WAS... hand-rolled cigarettes a dead battery in a parking lot guns and ammo heated leather seats on a bitter night a raspy voice that reached my depths coffee-2 sugars and a bit of cream my Friday nights beaten, broken and beautiful loose tobacco littering my dashboard ink, needles and the buzz of the machine my only saved voice mail long conversations about everything death metal and rainbows protector of the innocent purely raw and brutally honest my favorite piece of body art old photos in an album everything I never knew I wanted And then he was....gone.