neon yellow
and blaringly pink converse,
with paint stained pants.
that’s what i was wearing as he sat next to me
in a button up and khaki pants – shined shoes adorned his feet.
i felt as though i was sitting with royalty.
in a sense, i suppose i was.
i was playing Mafia with a King.
Quiet, regal, mischievous and keen,
with a smile that was rare
and a laugh that made you proud to know
you inspired it.
/
that was the moment we became equals
in a world chock full of competition.
we were one unit, moving through this game,
knocking out opponents left and right — even after i was silenced,
our joke still rang in the air among the breathing of the Court.
We were one unit, moving through this game,
an Apprentice and a King,
moving slyly through the crowd,
through our own ups and downs.
We were one unit, moving through this game,
until this game of Mafia became real
in a city full of life and loss.
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a King was put to rest today.
just a man in a suit,
eyes closed, hands crossed,
just a man in a box, in hole, in the ground.
lips pressed in silence
as the hills took him in.
a King was put to rest today,
and i am not yet ready to say goodbye.