Wayne I never liked
but you, you saw the good in everyone
You had his back
until the night you didn’t.
We were in the city
112th street, visiting Pops
who went to cop
while we watched his son
eat dust from the floor.
Our eyes were glazing over
right around the time Wayne must have scored
His first time without you
His last time without you
His last time
© 2009 Barbara Moore