Richard stands under the awning of a dimly lit building
last cigarette in hand, no money to his name,
watching the snow fall in flurries to the street, collecting, melting into slush.
Passer-bys look up from their path, a quick glance;
athlete's body hidden under two years of giving up,
faded jeans, holes in the knee, hard water stained t-shirt, ripped jacket,
a head full of untameable blonde curls,
& eyes sunk back into his skull, accented by dark purple bags underneath.
He use to have it all; the friends, the scholarship, the girl...
all stolen away from him with one false move;
the kiss, his too hard kiss with wandering hands
& ears that wouldn't hear the word no.
the kiss that sucked all happiness out of her soul,
leaving her lying there in woods, cold, naked, alone.
Those images play continually behind his darkening eyes,
his hands shake, haunting him, what had he done.
he takes the last inhale from his cigarette, throws it to the ground,
& walks, aimlessly, into the frozen air,
searching for his next numbing fix.
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