Dear Friend

Dear friend,

It is possible that we were not novel

that we hung around

in the breaches of time

between a disconcerting past

and an untenable future

unable to conduct ourselves

in the ways of other

more alive humans.

It is possible my friend

that we weren’t much to begin with

but we held on a lot longer

than we should have

dangling by each other’s sleeves

refusing to admit

that it was time

to write memorable eulogies

and move on.