stuck in long island city with the brooklyn blues again

dear nathan,
we’ve lived long and strange lives.
we’ve given and taken and what else is there?
for a brief beautiful moment,
you and i created a monument.
a tower of passion in music.
and now… what do we do?
your old friend,
brandon

a reply:
dear brandon,
you gave up on me.
now you long for better days–why?
it never occured to you that i needed you then.
not the way that a man needs a woman,
but sometimes a man needs a man-friend.
my heart is hard,
because you gave up on me back then.
thanks for nothing.
nathan

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