Buddy was headed to Nova Scotia to find a way back home: a state of
tranquility.
Met him on the Greyhound 3:15.
"I'm staying with a friend, Christine."
Do you know that he stayed with me?
He gave me this heart-shaped box and told me he loved me.
And also stayed until he moved out in February.
I miss him.
We never fucked at all but, he turned me on with the best conversation,
and gave me things: love, honesty, and support without expecting anything.
I have to admit I was impressed because It's rare finding that sort of thing.
©I.M... me
-- xo
MMXX
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On Lunch
I remember mom, being pissed when she came to pick me up at the Save-a-mart, saying: "those 'friends,' of yours including those girls you got caught with? Are trouble. Idlers... under achievers. I mean, you know that this is bad behavior! I don't know why you're out here, clucking with chickens...when you could be soaring with eagles, focus on other labours."
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