Gary with one R
One of those people you don't expect to befriend
Hardened, a little cold, a little rough around the edges.
Not the type id usually run with.
Smoked a lot of things I wouldn't, did I lot of things I couldn't, said things I shouldn't,
He had regular conversations with God,
Saw birds shapeshift in the bushes
People could hear his thoughts.
The second morning I was there, we woke up broke, out of smokes
Scrounging the benches for butts, the ground, the bushes.
We didn't find much, just enough to not
Claw our eyes out
But every butt we lit, lit a smile, laughs, ignited
Stories in our memories,
He talked about everything.
He told me his deepest scariest regrets, his
Wildest theories, he told me awkward things, that the conversation was so deep and real it didn't even feel awkward.
We must have smoked 15 packs of shitty cigarettes. Talking, laughing, silently pacing on the cold, rainy patio.
I didn't tell him shit. I mean I did, nothing more than I'd tell
Anyone I guess.
Hes going to rehab, 16 months, no phone, no internet, no cigarettes.
He reaches out for a handshake,
I stand up, hug him, an awkward hug but I know he's in a hurry.
Like a storm, he rushes out of the room.
Like a dark waterfall in the black of night,
taking him away.
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