The small empty Long Island home; a radio still plays "Jane Says"; tape stuck on repeat
Black and white photos of the old band
Beautiful girls and a fiance; family and one best friend
Hundreds of CDs piled in dismay
Half burned candles in silver holders; half smoked cigarettes in the Gothic ashtray
The phone doesn't ring, they await ...
Does it call his name?
Second between A and B
just off Houston in Alphabet City
Demons chase like unrelenting bounty hunters
While prayers are said by father and mother
Tears are shed by sister and brother
and the one removed best friend becomes numb
Where is that boy, is he too weak to escape, or strong enough to survive?
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