Aged Friend

Now I am so cold
The overhead florescent light
Carries me back
Where last I saw you
Making my eyelids heavy with sorrow
Then…
And now

With your signature red kerchief
Draped ‘round your neck
How forlornly moved your tumor-burdened eyes

As they led you off
You glanced back
The remembrance of our joyful days
Remained reflected in your painful grin
A part of me is happy though
Happy you never had to play with this human trick
I’ve been told “life support” sucks

Chances are…

I may not be seeing you shortly

Still too much to do

But you’ll know when I arrive

I’ll be throwin’ your rubber ball
Or your favorite stick 

Stay well

Wherever you are