now in the morning where does all the pain go?
he died alone on a sunday afternoon. alone in a cheap cold motel room on the highway. he was a die-hard junkie and everybody was expecting him to die, sooner or later. but nobody was prepared for it to happen so soon.
he was m's older brother and, even though they didn't see each other often, they were really close. during the past few months i had been out with them a few times. i had last seen him on christmas eve - he didn't look good but, at least, he looked happy.
so, when m called me last monday morning to let me know, it came as a shock.
me and m went out a couple of time last week, he called me every night to talk. after the funeral we drove to our special place and he drank a bottle of wine and smoked pot. he didn't say a word and, when it started raining, i had to force him into the car. he spent the night at my place.
sometimes all you need is a hand to hold and some warmth.
he was m's older brother and, even though they didn't see each other often, they were really close. during the past few months i had been out with them a few times. i had last seen him on christmas eve - he didn't look good but, at least, he looked happy.
so, when m called me last monday morning to let me know, it came as a shock.
me and m went out a couple of time last week, he called me every night to talk. after the funeral we drove to our special place and he drank a bottle of wine and smoked pot. he didn't say a word and, when it started raining, i had to force him into the car. he spent the night at my place.
sometimes all you need is a hand to hold and some warmth.