just just-in-time friends…

just just-in-time friends2

called
on
an
as needed
basis
otherwise
their
faces
are
quite
invisible
no need
to
warehouse
personal relationships
nor
store
past emotions
of
devotion
when
one can
merely
send a text
requesting
that
everything be dropped
on
their behalf
but
best to wrap it
in
phrases
like
we really should have lunch
or
i’ve been thinking
so much
about
you
for the longest time
however
better yet
is the admission
of
the sin
of
omission
with
some
act of contrition
words
deeply personal
admitting
to
the neglect
of
your special relationship
with
said friend
seeking
their absolution
before
asking
for what
you
really
want

old friends…

sounds
of
night traffic
pulsing along
urban roads
have replaced
warm laughter over
dinner debates
debates
on
everything
but
not on
what
defines friendship
that
was
known
and
required
no
amendments
to
what constituted
why
we
loved
one another
but now
an
emptiness
a
fading out
into
the arid landscape
of
time
where
a grave stands
unattended
for
all those
who
cared
are
gone
so this
grave
bearing
my
name
will be
drought-stricken
no
tears
from
those
i
loved

 

regardless of what they say…

lost another friend
today
most will say
he lived
a good life
and
was fortunate
to
have found
such
a wonderful
wife
they’ll
talk about
how he
didn’t
have to worry
about
paying his bills
his
coffers
were filled
they’ll
list
his civic
contributions
and
how
he was admired
and
how
he
inspired
so many
they’ll say
it was a blessing
he
didn’t have
to
suffer
one thing’s
for sure
he
didn’t
die
an old duffer
then
they’ll
list
the survivors
family
children
grandchildren
and
such
but
i
lost
another friend
today

 

that old dog…

ain’t worth
a hill of beans
can’t chase rabbits
anymore
too hobbled for that
and
even
the cat
now
parades
unafraid
in front of him
stopping from time
to time
to lick its paws
yep
that old dog
has lost a step
or two
can’t even see
who’s coming in the house
be it
friend or foe
he just wags his tail
and
grabs his stuffed toy bunny
recalling no doubt
the days when
a good toss
meant
a romp across the yard
and
retrieving it
was rewarded
by
a pat on the head
or
better yet
a belly rub
he’s surely
knockin’ on heaven’s door
has to be helped
up the steps
and
needs a ramp
to get into the back
of the truck
one lady said
i should
put him to sleep
i said
doc says he ain’t
in no pain
she said
there’s nothing left
but
i said
he’s still
full of love

 

goodbye my friend…

the words
another good man
done
gone on
sticks in my mind
for
another friend
has taken up
the task
to present my case
before god
as to
why
i should
enter
those
uncharred gates
gates
in
an undisclosed
location
that
we’ve been
assured
entry
with
the right password
or
legal representation
since
my friends
know
i can’t recall
any
of my passwords
and
must maintain
a notebook
just to logon
to my own computer
they’ve been
forced
to
undertake
the project
of defending
my
failures
as
not
blatant
disregard
for
angelic membership requirements
but
as
mere
extended
senior moments
throughout
my
lifetime
i suppose
the complications
of such
a defense
is why
so many
have
left me

just between you and me…

just between you and me

when does
what
you say
become
gossip
what’s
the line
drawn in the sand
that separates
your factual
representation
of
privately
shared
information
from
gossip
indeed
she said
and
you
only
repeated
but
why

friends…

friends

don’t ask
why
just be there
don’t ask
why not
just
be there
don’t ask
why didn’t you
just
be there
don’t ask
why at this time
just
be there
really
just be there
embracing all that is
love

like della’s beauty…

like della's beauty

have you
seen
my friends
the
ones
who hold tight
as i slip
into
the abyss
the
ones
that refuse
to release
my hand
even
as
it goes cold
from
nightmare fears
choosing instead
to warm
it
with their love
and
belief in me
a belief
that tomorrow
i will arise
from
the shadow of
my own despair
and
if
not
they will walk
with me
hand
in
hand
to assure
my safe passage
through
the darkness
that lies
within me
whispering
to me
all the while
you
are loved
for
you are love
it is
the level
of your love
that
creates
your pain
you
are
loved