your friend
is dying.
withered down
to nothing.
bones
and sinew.
eyes and ears.
his teeth
rattle
when he speaks.
you love
him and the history
that you
both hold of
being young
once, so long
ago.
in your dreams
you see
him with a dark
beard,
laughing.
tinkering always
on his broken
blue fiat.
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