Two Friends

Two Friends

 

Bitter winds flew into my face like razor blade projectiles

They sometimes blew me onto a stare of grey

So I had to go back and creep into my shroud of heroin syringes

And cold and numb from the common social cancer

 

You arrived home from the hospital blankly

On the way you glanced at me with an awkward fascination

So, every afternoon we spoke, but it was your midnight

But then you took a knife and made your hand its sheath

 

I waited by our common tree for a bible’s length of time

Remembering every word with flower corpses lying in my hand

Watching season by season pass and things becoming clearer

The sun rose again when I saw you walk by

 

I shouted your name and you stopped and turned around

Your appearance was so familiar except the grimace on your hand

And without expression you stared without making a sound

With both were older and I didn’t look the same

 

But after all the time spent separated, and bad events occurred

The faster we re-grew fond, and the less vicious life raced forward