How are you?
May I call you friend?
Let me pull the knife out of you
How did we so drift apart from each and each this way?
Let me dry your tears and cloth the blood red wound that separates us from life and death
Listen, to my words, when I say how much I love you when you are not a pile of bones and smile a gleam of joy
reflected in your mind's eye
Now, I see this vision, strung taught like spider threads, over wild twigs and leaves of green with center veins of
amber, as we walk hand in hand down that soft under way that we found just last May in our favorite park near