You pointed the way here
Now you are dead, but a thousand parties replay
Well they remember and those lucky enough to know them
Still dream
I saw the shaking road
I knew your death
The old canceled city
Your long walk out of this life time
The old foodtruck on the hill at the end of the cul de sac
Where every teenager went
Where music and comparison would drum through you all
sand to imitate a beach, all the right clothes and palm trees
Strange obsessions slithered out of me
The urge to be something bigger something better
And the magic I might play with
To get the many things I swore to have
When I remember those abandoned apartments
What they were supposed to be
The overgrown fruitrees
God's promise of abundance
Nothing seemed to hold you back
Until your relief became crack
Under yourself to feel something
Deliver this city over to me
They all admired you
I spoke too much
And sometimes not enough
I was rough and mediocre
You were perfect self destruction
Making waves out of the asphalt
fighting the ghosts of the past
And winning until it all wore off
And came hauntingly rushing back in
The pool party was amazing
Such beautiful women
Incredible condo
How did you lose it all?
It was the same killer we all end up facing
Lost love, one so dear you choked on it
She leapt from your hands then drugs
I'd have saved you
I'd have brought you back
I just don't know if it would have made a difference
You told me to come here
And somehow you showed me this place
telling me here I would start again
(The ghost of a friend who died in a motorcycle accident is harbinger of my life's future context)
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