Peter loved women in nurses shoes
he turned me onto cool shit
he loved me
I loved him
he was my best friend
he was a conscientious objector for Vietnam
I miss him tonight
he was a desperate alcoholic
bleeding ulcers killed him befor he ever turned 60
I am beginning to deal with it
I guess
He always signed his sticky notes "P"

I look out each door
into pouring rain
so thick
drops
they hold the air
like mercury
I run up down looking for Michael
he comes in and acts irritated
I lean with the phone across the counter
in the kitchen
drops of tears
pool from my eyes
so thick
drops
like mercury
I hear Michael making phone calls
I can't think
Peter
laying on the floor
blood filling him
flowing from his mouth
so thick
drops
like mercury
I grab a bottle of wine start drinking
we light a candle
burn insense
put music on
for Peters approval
we drink a vodka drink
the water condenses
on glass
so thick
drops
like mercury
Pain drips from me
into thick puddles
I feel empty
Reflect
memories
mercury
Peter
Tears