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.
