I page through
images of my friend’s life
Of his childhood
and his sweethearts
They remind me of mine.
These are the last hours
I have with him for many years
I see him with his friends
and I remember many
unsober moments we spent
sharing everything we had
We were one.
What hurt him
hurt me
I could help as he could
Neither of us
had the magic wand
to make the problems disappear.
Those pages with the images
Snatches of life
and on the last page
he put my offering in
This last hour before he dies
from my life
The most wonderful image
I ever caught in Black & White
Just Three Friends.