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.
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