Fury

Best friend ever, he with his full groove on

Loved me for being clueless and awkward:

Teenager, a person. Always bonhomme

We were quite a team and when we wandered

The desert together: what could be better

Than the trust, so easy and innocent,

Of youth. I never discerned the debtor

I was for his friendship ‘til impotent

Years and years later. Now I see clearly

He saved me in so many ways, whereas

I made my heart stone, departed. Hear me,

If there is some resonant wave after

Death claimed you, I loved you in caravans

Of tenderness, devotion, acanter.

— joystjohn