I knew him for 18 years
But we had lost track of each other.
Yet while I was in a lengthy coma,
he checked up on me.

After awhile he and I reconnected
and the flames reignited.
We talked, texted daily.
But he then went homeless.

I still encouraged him,
Professed my love daily.
Even ordered a photo book of Bishop & I
Plus several pics of he and me alone for a frame to mail.

He claimed to move back to Dad’s
To end my worry and preserve my health.
My last text was sent on May 28, 2016,
at Eight, twelve, a.m.,

To which I never heard a word out of him…

Therefore, burn  in Hell, black man…
Good ridance!
You are the final negro who will ever play me,



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