Two Friends
she is too tired to write
i perfectly understand this
i must tell
i know what tired means
or the exhaustion
to say the words
i know what dying is
i have to tell her about this
and then she realizes perhaps
that she is not at all alone
we have to see each yet
face to face
and then i know how a smile looks
like,
how misery is shared and how
it becomes one
fusion of bliss
two people dying
and not one is scared.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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