Reunited

“REUNITED” I remember a time in my life where I was without food, a roof and a woman. I had a car though, and a job. the nights carried the smoke from my cigarettes and conversations from many women came through my phone. I was in life, at not the lowest but deep inside one of life’s frowns. I made the best of what I had and it kept the moon bright on the nights I had no light in my life. oh but don’t let me be misunderstood, I could’ve gone to a shelter, I could’ve gone to a poor unsuspecting female and manipulated my way into her home, sure, I could’ve even called some family but where would the reality of my character have come from? no, those nights of isolation and reality, that was the gift. I listened to Gould play his piano through most nights and together, we shared the loneliest of the loneliness. I will admit, losing everything threw me into a state I hadn’t known, it was all off the odds that were against me. that was many years ago, today, I find myself in the same state of life. then, I feared it. today, as the same hands of insanity reach out for me, I fear nothing. after all, every yesterday we have is old territory. don’t feel pity for me. that’s the last thing you should feel. be proud, I made it through Hell blind. today I’ve returned but now, the ground in which I’ve walked asks where I’ve been. I can only reply, “Gould and I took a break but we’re back. The conversations will be short, I’ve got **** to fight for.” By: Chicano Eddie 7-28-2016