How long is a day
Or a moment
Or any time
At all,
When spending it
With a friend?
There was that week
When we were kids
And if it wasn't
For my friend
My butt would have been
Beaten every day
By the bullies.
He was a good guy
And the world
Couldn't tolerate
It or him,
And last week
The bullies
Came back
To torture him
For the longest
Four hours
Of my life
Before they ended
His.
Long was the week
When they died
One after the other…
Here on campus
We were mild friends
Who had warm
And genuine
Smiles
In passing
Never knowing
When either of us
Would get a chance
To spend some real time
With one another
And then Fate decided.
We would not.
Life, is short
And precious
And precarious.
This week
I went to another
Funeral.
And I lost another
Close friend.
I can't help but wonder
If being my friend
Is a cursed position
Or if I should
Give up on close
Camaraderie
Past a production,
Because cruelty
And senseless
Deaths are common
Faire…
