THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
I am too hazy to write about birthdays-
Just that, through all of our time, it was only on my 24th birthday that he held both of my hands in his and looked me in the eyes
(Before he disappeared back into Soho, back from where he came, to get more cocaine)
His hands were rougher than I remembered
I watched the door, kept talking about angels and demons and magic spells