Friend To Me

(Written Circa 2013)

Friend to me,
When we were introduced in informal afterthoughts,
When we concurred we had things in common, and because,
We shared a sense of displacement, two lads from the north.
When I began to see.
You were a friend to me.

Friend to me,
I was bedazzled by the light when you were around,
A mutual pick up in the times we were feeling down,
You we're my brother, had your back when we hit the town.
You were the same for me.
You were a friend to me.

And attending the fixtures,
Getting the picture,
Living the high life,
When my life,
And your life,
We're wasted away.

We were high on something,
We answered for nothing,
You were a keystone,
A hip bone,
A link in a tall scaffolding.
And we reached,
And we wound,
And we grew.

Friend to me,
It was a moment I believed was how it would be,
When we were nestled in the breast of friend family.
How I defined the term for 21st century.
In my naeveity.
You were a friend to me.

And in the bedlam,
Of new situation,
Of opportunities,
And cities,
A-calling,
And luring away.

Yours was a great transition,
A man on a mission,
Stood on a border,
Regaining
Some order,
Trying to seize the day,
And it warned,
You away,
You let it.

Friend to me,
Now we're strangers in all but vaguest memory.
I don't think you even remember your bond with me,
Our institution, deep regard or our sanctity.
It took some years to see,
You were no friend to me.
You are no friend to me.

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