i died a million deaths when
i found in a dark alley
on dead-end street
at new beginnings close
you
the drying remnant of
bitter tears on a smiling lip
the first and only home
on the deserted street
shadowed by haunted houses
painted with diluted tar
from a bloodied jar.
it was light red and heavy black
you lived alone
hope full
you taught love to recalcitrant ghosts
you stitched my rags
and made a shawl for my bare shoulders
you made me smile to warm my comrade
who shares the condemn cells
i birthed a million tears
when i found you
a smoking flax in the wind
murdered by a thumb and a trigger finger
they killed you in one casual, mindless act
because hope is the return athlete
now limping and old and unqualified
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