It’s funny how you and I were just discussing the need for me to meet you inside.
I just came home to my friend hunched over in his car, presumably high.
At first I was just mad. I’ve told him once before to keep that away from this place.
It can be a temptation for me and it’s an abuse to the grace my mother had to allow us into her space.
But a poem you inspired rung in my ears.
With both haste and hesitation, I returned to the driveway and knocked on the door.
Justification would have him leave right there, as I’ve warned him before
Opening the door, removing his keys, ignoring his zombie like nature, I gave him this plea;
“Hey man, Why dont you come in and lay in your bed?”
The response I got, youd think soon he’d be dead.
In indistinct groans, he gave a self righteous refusal.
My attempt continued but was proving unfruitful.
Alas, I knew when to quit. I retreated inside and trusted you would convict.
Not 5 minutes past until I heard the screen door.
Creaking metal, a sound so sweet.
I knew in an instant, it was complete.
Yours is the victory, and his demons; defeat.
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