Friday, August 30, 2013

Friends

“I’m happy”, he said.
Bullshit, he just wants to believe business problems do not define him.
I offered useless advice,
Hoping to diminish the rate of fall.

If  I  call, 
Thereby acknowledging you are more than a name,
And wish to keep you in my life,
My motivation can be questioned, but not my action. 

When I understand your ambiguous smile,
Or a comment that seems destined for obscurity
Then you and I can share a curse or a complaint
Or withstand a compliment, 

50 years beyond parental claims I have negotiated an internal agreement:
I can love a friend and say it, 
Without qualification,
Accepting the risk.

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