you knew

the sky-red in his bloodshot eyes
the smell that meant a certain bar
the haven you could never find
the swing of headlights from a car

and all the things i know you knew
the pain of bone and flesh and soul
which keeps you always separate
and’s left you wholly scarred, and

partly whole

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