Looking to a building in the distance, I lay my chin on steepled fingers.
I’d lose myself in thought, in nihilism that would lave over me like foam over a twenty second hand wash.
“Hey, are you ok?” … Pathetic words, yes blithering human being I was better off before you interrupted me!
“Indeed, I am.” Politely biting down on my unkind responses as one would when brussel sprouts were passed around the table.
You always gave me comfort, no judgement, you held me in your soft embroidery, I would soak you with tears, scream at you with anger or pain, laugh at everything and anyone about something or someone.
I wouldn’t need permission, an advice or a commitment. All I’d need to do is let go. I miss you. You were a friend, a gentleman and a great weekend over some strawberries and cream.
Now I have to let you go. You heard all of my pain and you took it. You listened patiently to my questions and now you are no more.
I’ll miss you, I’ll cry for you, you’ll never be forgotten, goodbye young friend. Ode to when we were younger and fresher.
My sweet feather pillow.
