Corey

You walked into our lives,

a quiet storm

not so concealed behind

your grinning charm.

Patchouli and vanilla

mixed with cigarette smoke

and your early 90’s style-

poetic justice-

captured our hearts

and trust,

until it was too late

to escape

your hurricane of a world.

Then came the phone call

that you would never take

(the same one that I

forgot to make),

a possible levee

to break the tide

from swallowing you up

once and for all.

Yes it was a dramatic exit,

your last act,

the same

as your entrance

in the first.

Bravo!