Drifter
#poetry
#spilled ink
#original
#drift
I am a drifter
who once loved a drifter
but I’m a drifter with a home
my home is here.
I was down so low
it was easy to touch my toes
He was also a lifter
Away from dark days and to
a city that stays awake.
One day he was done
onto the next town
I presume
he flew on his back into the sun
where no one can see
and I drifted back here
I drifted back home
for the first time in years
to start over.
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