Kids together, grown apart,

where life took us I could not begin to know the reason–

you did this here and there,

a walk down familiar streets to meet

the sundered and the lowly castaways

selling wares of spice and daggers,

to seek a pleasant place away from where you’ve always been:

Kneel down, bend your God-Damned back

in favor of the Lord who loves you

and taste a sip for a sec…

Feel that?

This was always your choice.

It’s not my place to forgive you,

but to sit with you awhile

while the pavement bakes our butts charred,

I’ll sit with you awhile and hold your head up

while the system flushes itself out.