Mike Poem by Larry Houston
Mike
We were young and sincere
spending our nights making love
and talking
watching the sunrise
tangled together
breathing and warm
in the bedsheets
before Mike painted the wall with his brains
and pieces of skull
the color of life changed
sadness the thread woven in
all our talking and breathing and sunrises
soon became sunsets
as we unraveled and drifted away
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