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and was sleeping deeply in my dorm room bed |
after a rough day of classes. |
and light from the hallway streamed in. |
My best friend and roommate |
was standing there unsteadily. |
His girlfriend had broken up with him |
and he had spent the evening |
trying to drown his sorrows with 13 whiskey sours. |
and helped him to climb up into the bunk bed |
His face was whiter than normal |
and he could barely walk. |
After fending off some idiots on our floor |
who tried to get him to go back downtown |
I finally got him to lay down. |
he said he was going to be sick. |
I managed to get him to the bathroom |
but he couldn’t throw up. |
I walked him slowly back to bed |
and got him into the top bunk again. |
I was just about to drift back off to sleep |
retching followed by 13 whiskey sours |
I got him off the bed again, |
and helped him back up once more. |
I was wary of another splash down |
I heard his gentle snoring. |
I couldn’t really be mad at him, though. |
he just wanted what we all wanted: |
Over the decades that followed |
I started to realize a few things too. |
the best way to be loving |
The greatest gift we can ever get |
and the greatest gift we can ever give |
they are one and the same. |
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