Midcity

How could we have known?

The hits we took

the high we flew so long on,

How could we know

what we would become of us

when the inevitable end

came to claim us?

The nights we huddled

together

for warmth,

under the freeway,

where we lived.

How could we have known?

That upon the leaving

of our shunned life,

and the arrival

of all our hopes

and dreams,

we would lose each other.

That what kept us together,

we left behind,

somewhere at the intersection

of Venice and La Cienega.