somedays I feel like I should be Russian

[mataharishiav]

 maybe we didn't try everything
our temperatures were always too high to be
serious travelers.
you were always hard to reach on the telephone.
i was hard to reach in person.
roll the video tape.
someones got answers.
we polished off a bottle of codine cough syrup
one night after the liquid morphine ran out.
i knew, then, we were,
only then, friends.
your demons were too easy to approach.
my surfaced after entertaining too many
unwanted visitors.
I always hated that saying "familiarity breeds
contempt"
until we got too close.
you lost your style.
i lost my appetite.
we moved away from each other.
i'm drunk with laughter now,
reviewing the past.
there is always a terrible chord
at the end of each unwritten symphony
we didn't fit in.
we never could.
you died.
I stopped shooting heroin.
the world was good to us for a while.