Authors note.
I first wrote this as the original 1quickfix.

I used that name because that's what I was.
A man in need of 1 quick fix.
Well I'm here today to say it's temporary. The pain always returns.
Well, until you find your cure.
This collection is dedicated to mine. They took my pain and gave me freedom.
To US.

DB. 2017

“Hey, Daniel … Its ummm..
It’s been a long time. I hope you found your way out of that… place you were in...
Have you been writing? It always
helped…
Please, we don’t have to talk, and … just
Tell me you’re okay.
         R”

Empty vases and a CD

Blackened petals scattered

Silent remains of what was.

Sad digital notes caressing

Painful recollections

Of what became.

Everything reminds me of you.

Guitar picks scattered amongst

The cigarette butts

And scribbled pages…

The dream we had

Dying on the dirty floor…

Twisted sheets and a lone pillow,

The coffin of our little bed…

Where late one night,

We fell in love…

And where love finally

Fell apart.

All those nights you stayed awake

And rubbed my head

Whilst deeply I slept.

My guardian angel with your

Sleepless vigil.

Without you there, was seeking death…

“I need to talk to you. Can you please call me”

Waiting…

Alone…

I can’t do this…

Hello my old friend…

You never left me…

I crush you then spoon you…

Pick you up and get you wet…

Suck you up into my system…

Slam you inside me with no regret…

Mmmmm

Warm wave of sensual please

Coursing unimpeded

Through my sickening failure.

What have I become?

I’m sorry my delicate flower.

I’m so very sorry.