Once

Long ago

She would bring me her

Gifts

 

Decadence

Fine wine

Fame

And Friends.

 

Never ending parties

And beautiful words

Magnificent and dressed in

Black, poetry written and

Cloaked in mystery and

In the eternal darkness

Of the night.

 

And now?

These days

She just brings me

A six pack of beer

On weekends

Sits with me

By my side waiting

Screams at me, nags at me

And tells me to

“Write!”

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R.M. ENGELHARDT 2014