(for Jake)
Old Friend,
It’s clear the difficult minutes
have stamped their tiny feet
around your eyes.
You who lost everything,
but had nothing to lose –
and live like it can’t be tomorrow too soon.
What is that to you?
The million things you will never know…
you will never know.
I see some mark in your face,
in your eyes perhaps,
a speck maybe.
A shadow on a still lake
behind your eye.
You can not have it all.
Going faster will not make it so.
You pass through me on your way,
like the streetlight through
my bedroom window
shines in my eyes
so I cannot sleep.
I have never seen you
so afraid to be alone,
but what is that to me?
