July 22, 2008 at 9:19 pm (poem)

for absent friends II

passed your picture sidesways
just this morning, didn’t smile
too early the time and too heeavy the head
you always know the reasons why
yet isn’t it strange
you were never actually here
I can’t know so many things
what I ‘d breathed all those times
I held you to kill pain
or you me
so many common things just never done
yet it doesn’t change
a thing
isn’t it strange
but for that
we are of course
gratefully insane.


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