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
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