Friends Lost

So much is temporary.
Embracing the ones I love most
expecting them to dissapear
once I care too much.

Their faces dance behind my eyes
into the marrow of my memory
filled to cracking,
bones split.

Each one held in quiet transposition
I will remember each,
face, voice, touch, the shape of their hands
their profiles, against the grey of the sky.

The slope of my love
against the curve of their smiles
my friends, tangible
imprined in black and white photographs

into my mind. They will
drop out of my life over time
pictures will  curl with age
but I will remember.

Their face, voice, touch, 
the shape of their hands
their profiles, 
against the grey of my heart

the slope of my memory, 
against the curve of my caring
I will remember, 
I will cry.


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