November Rain
addiction
ate all the As
he made
in high school
he looked at himself
in the mirror
and couldn’t
remember
where
he left his laughter
couldn’t find it
nowhere
always searching
for a feeling
he couldn’t seem
to recover
everything got real small
real quick
as the years went by
he felt like he was suffocating
drowning in regrets
this wasn’t supposed to be
him
his life
this was somebody else’s
nightmare
and he couldn’t figure out
how to escape it
but on the eve of 50
in the fall of the year
at the brink of hunting season
Thanksgiving and the Iron Bowl
before the thick of Christmas
and the New Year
he found a way
to disappear
he went back in time
to a place
he remembered
well
where he had once been
so happy and so free
and so full of life
…
when they heard the news
his brotherhood of buddies
from childhood
hung their heads
and wept
vowing to remember
the way he was
… the way he was
with them …
the boys of Beauregard
TL