I remember when I was strong.

When we left the Village and jumped on the

Subway

To 125th street.

And we stabbed our veins,

And you told me I was a genius

But I was uncomfortable with that,

And you laughed.

I never told you this,

But when we were drinking our

LIT’s, on familiar ground,

So high we just held each other;

Oblivious to everyone —

And you would say that nobody would fuck with me

Anyway,

I wanted to run away.

But you were so comfortable in my scars.

But now you are gone, and so am I.