BillyA Poem by JRI’m sitting here all broken up about Billy and he’s twenty-seven years in the grave his ghost though, I think maybe it still wanders that empty campus at night, I know his bones still haunt me in the mornings; I knew what was right, Billy, I knew what I should have done, as a man, as a child, as a human f*****g being and I didn’t do it so go ahead and bring your ghost on by I’ll pour us coffee with whiskey and we can wander that empty campus like we should have, when you were alive. © 2020 JR |
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Added on May 13, 2020 Last Updated on May 13, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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