Fame had you in its grasp, yet it had taken its toll, and you fell victim to its drug filled maladies, using it as a crutch to keep you going up on that stage.

One night, you stand on the edge of a balcony of your hotel room, a bottle of booze in your hand as you balance above the city streets.

“Love?” A familiar voice comes from behind you, you hadn’t heard him approach. “What’re you doing?”

You turn to peer at him, and you can’t recall when you last saw him, how many cities ago.