New York Dave

It was never going to end
any other way.

What I took away
from your house
that night
was the
empty cases
of medicine
thrown
everywhere.

You can’t even
call it anything else
if you’re
drinking them warm.

And I don’t
know
how it ended,
but it was
never
going to end well.

But one last
Nostrovia!
for a time
when disco was out
and murder was in.

You had too many regrets
for a graveyard that size.

-GD Butler

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