Separated Surgeons

One of my favorites, written when I was 17

To find a friend like me, you said.

 

Oh, I thought, to find a friend like you.

 

I could have known the answer

 

And found a little faith.

 

But you were battered -

 

I was wounded.

 

We could have stanched each other's blood.

 

But we were far in space and time

 

And so our wounds were floods.