i once admired a good natured wonderer.
he wondered the world and came back to me a coke dealer.
once i was honored to be allowed access to his poetic ramblings.
then i was disappointed by the locked door a bathroom.
once apart of place and time , a fond romantic adventure.
now a spoiled memory, perhaps a more realistic impression.
i am unsure he was not always this way.
i only remember his pleasant tone, gave nothing but ease.
i never judge people before and i do not now.
but i did weep for the lose of a bit of innocence.